Bases of life

Bases of life

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WARNING "not suitable for young readers" I know you don't see bruises, I know you don't see scars. I'm beyond hope or justice, & waiting for what's written in the stars. I've tried patience & gratitude, But nothing ever satisfies, what the fuck is it with this dude. I've approached it with love, & I've tried to be kind, He still tries to persist, to hurt me & send me out of mind. What do I do now? Just leave myself open? Or give it God? & keep praying & hoping? I just want to be happy, Find true love & be left alone, I want my children to be loved, & looked after unconditionally, Not just by me, here, safe & at home. Please God will you help me? To have all of these things, A life with no more worries, Instead love, happiness, prosperity & abundance of all things. It's up to you God, & my guides to show me the way, Cause I want us to live our happiest lives starting today! Thank you & Amen x
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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