except from fact/fiction from 1st May 2012.
They were right about it. They didn't ask but they didn't have to. They already knew. We all knew. It wasn't just the stains on my skin, but the ones on my face too. My eyes when I looked at all of them and lied, my mouth that curved differently when it had lies coming out of it. They all knew. They didn't have to ask.
It sunk down into me like a lead balloon. I didn't stop it because I couldn't; it landed at the bottom and I'm dragging it around with me now. They saw my new gait and asked questions; is everything ok? And as much as I begged the lead balloon to leave it wouldn't, so they kept asking, and I kept leaving. Slowly walking out of rooms, dragging my lead balloon with me.
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