A little surprise for you guys, the picture up there is of a rainbow I saw the other day. It was disappearing by the time I found a device to take a picture with, so it is a bit faded.

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A whole weekend,
I lived without you,
You panicked,
And came to visit,
But I hid under a blanket,
And told you I was sick.

You didn't believe me;
Even though I wasn't lying,
I was sick inside—
My gut wanting the wrong side.

You told me I was strong,
To tell you what was wrong,
I thought I'd tell you,
But your smile stopped everything amongst,
My heart.

I won't cause it to disappear.

"Why run away?"
You prodded,
"I felt sick."
I offered.
"So why not tell me?"
"I was scared I'd faint."

Lies, lies, lies,
More than I've said in life.

It felt wrong,
Yet right.
I'm sure a lie won't bite.
But it wasn't just one...

You had an urge to ask something that held a deal,
But you kept your mouth sealed.
You hoped I wouldn't catch,
The glance of question of such,
That held answers of lies.

"He does love you."
"Who."
It wasn't a question.
It was conformation,
To yourself.
You needed to know it wasn't a lie,
But it was.

I bit my tongue hard;
Till it bled soft blood.
"Jake," I smiled,
A smile of denial,
Of truth.

"He loves you more than the stars,"
I pinched the skin on my arms.
"More than the moon,"
I clenched my jaws in doom.
"More than the sun,"
What harm could be done?
"More than the world,"
All the love for him whirled,

Into a thunderstorm,
That I crushed and deformed.

"More than More."

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"What harm can be done?"— what do you think? What harm can actually be done? How far do lies keep someone happy?

What's the piece of advice you would give Bianca?

What is she doing wrong? What is she doing right?