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My love language is truth
Jan 2020

My love language is truth

Nowhere near perfect.
Honestly, I never try to be.
I make mistakes.
But I hold myself accountable to be.
A perfect imperfection.
I show up as myself.
That’s truth stepping.
I notice so many have a problem.
One way in front of this person.
Another way in front of that person.
That’s fucking flip-flopping.
I’m just going to make this solution-based.
Keep your phony flip-flopping fake ass out of my face.


My love language is truth….


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