Truth to be told that once you have reached the level of emotional abuse, you start feeling nothing. You shouted at me? Alright. You insulted me? Go on. You underestimated me? Not my problem anymore. You hate me? Hate me more. You're mad at me? Fuel that anger more, I don't care. You replied late? Whatever. I have reached my limits. I don't care anymore.Do what you wanna do. Hate me all you want. Be mad at me. Insult and underestimate me. It's not on me anymore.
- Bleed.On.Paper
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Words I Never Got To Say
PoesiaThis story explores the mix of emotions people experience in different aspects of life. It gives readers a space to relate and share moments that matter to them. The book is written specifically for those going through inner struggles, offering insi...
