Love Yourself Like You Wish Someone Else Would

Love Yourself Like You Wish Someone Else Would

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Self love is a hard thing to acheive for some people. Sometimes it comes naturally. Your parents or gaurdian never let you feel anything less than loved and you always felt it. But when you have never been able to experience it, it can be a hard thing to come across. It is a hard thing to learn, to practice, and to feel for some. Everyone's story is different, but doesn't everyone deserve to feel love at some point? Why can't it be self love?
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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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