I Don't Believe in Men
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I don't believe in fairy tales, I don't believe in happy ever afters and I most certainly don't believe in men. Ever since I can remember, they have always treated me badly; I've been beaten down, bruised, crushed and left for granted. And for what I can see, the women in my family have had bad experiences as well, considering that my grandfather never loved my grandmother, my father cheated on my mother and left when I was only eight years old, my uncle abuses towards me, my brothers displeasures caused by me and countless of other abominations that I rather not speak. Although, I can say that I consider myself lucky, since not only men seem to hate me; my mother hates everything about me and doesn't want anything to do with me, she disposes me in any way that she can. But what can I say? I mean, I must be the problem, right? I guess that the guy who achieves to conquer the walls I've built, is truly a miracle worker. That is if I let him get near me.
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