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Hannah Cushman's The Joys Of Lying

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Years ago, a the enemy whispered a lie, and I believed it. “Your very appearance is not close to admirable”, “take a look at your pitiful self, who could ever like you, much less love you.” The enemy had dug a foothold in my life, and he took full advantage of it. For 365 days a year, twenty-four hours a day, and seven days a week, time after time this lie repeated itself in my mind until I not only I believed it, but until it became a part of who I was. It altered my chemical makeup so I no longer saw myself as Hannah Cushman, but as a failure, an outcast, and a mistake made by God.
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