There were so many lies I told and lived by.
In my self-imposed delusions I was blinded.
I couldn't see that everything I ever needed; I already have.
The deceit I webbed for my family, only betrayed me, almost to my own death.
I couldn't remember what happened to me while I continued to bathe in my lies.
It wasn't until I was able to accept the truth about myself, that I was able to piece all the broken pieces together.
See the truth is, lies have no memory, no memory of truth; but in my tr.
Pecan Tree Publishing Lies have no memory, paperback/yvonne dean anderson
