We hate the truth for the same reasons we love it.
The truth is unflinching.
Upon the pillar of crafted stone the truth is built on, the truth is one constant immovable construct.
We hate it.
With a lie, there's room for change.
A chance for it to morph into something else.
Even if we don't love a lie, we smirk when we realize it isn't the truth.
Slight curvature in our disposition;
A lie always has the smallest fraction of possibility to be something that's on our side in the end.
The truth is unshakable.
So when someone tells you what it really is, you aren't blessed with an opening.
Honesty is it's own hell.
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