Every day, I wake up, questioning what Lies I’ll be forced to tell, and often, it just so happens that the first Lie of the day is always the same.
The psychology of this one Lie on repeat is one that cannot go on forever. As with many other Lies told by ones such as myself, the same Lie every day has to eventually be put to rest. By either embracing the Truth with a confident, happy and determined smile, living the Lie out until the end, or… that of purification by loss of blood through ones own actions.
   From the point of view of one such as myself, I often wonder hopelessly what my choice will end up being. For even if the option caused by loss of blood will always be a factor, I find that it will never come to pass, due to my own fears of the ramifications of such actions.
However much it pains me to keep up this same Lie each and every day, I feel the day of the Lie’s end coming ever closer. On that day, I don’t know what I will do, or what will end up happening.
   Regardless of how it’ll all go, I still have to keep the Lie going somehow. I’m just starting to wonder if I have the strength to do so.