REGALAZURE

REGALAZURE

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 23, 2017
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noun /riːgəlæSHər/ 1. the feeling of post party or manic excitement; to hit a low or depression and seek a high point again (almost syn. rebound, unground) 2. emotional instability or mixed feelings (syn. ambivalence, maladjustment) "If you could relive your life, would you?" "No. There must be a reason for everything." Lilith is already half-way into freshmen year with her whole life ahead of her, but her mistakes always seem to catch up to her somehow. What's the worst thing that could happen? She would be the first to tell you everything. This is her story. Trigger Warning: mentions of self-harm and other explicit happenings, reader discretion is advised
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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