I Love Him
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- Chapitres 5
Somewhere along the way I started to wonder, is it really an abusive relationship if we're both throwing our fists? Isn't that just equality? Every time one of us started to walk away, both us felt like getting punched in the gut. Because when he walked out that door I felt the weight of his promise, "Baby I could never leave you," crush my ribs so I tried making him understand my pain the way he had taught me.
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