Places to go

Places to go

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Nov 3, 2017
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A description, a piece of mind - my mind, take it and take yourself anywhere you need to be. We all need to escape sometimes, but escape doesn't have to be far away. It can be in your beautiful mind, in the lush gardens of your thoughts or the thorny embrace of your insecurities. I'm writing this so you know it doesn't have to be a bad thing, facing your emotions. It can be beautiful, it can be exhilarating and exciting, liberating and calming. And you wouldn't understand had you not been there yourself. So join me and I'll take you to the places you never thought or dreamt of.
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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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