This is what love got me
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Last published Wed, May 9, 2018
Its been 6 years after the relationship, for 4 of those years, I lived in a cocoon hurting everyone that actually loved me all because I was hurting from a relationship that I had no idea that I was in by myself, that the person that I was with was actually my abuser, that I idolized him, and after going through what seems an emotional hell, I finally came to terms with all the events that took place, until I returned to school and met one of his flying monkeys. The guy who is now 19 is a full blown creep, and an avid worker of the narcissists, still smearing my name. It only gave me the motivation to tell my story because I should not have to feel like committing suicide because this asshole destroyed me.
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It feels like I'm living in a world full of lies... My life is full of lies. My life is wreck. My life is a disaster. I want to run but I can't. There holding me back. They keep me chained to this horrible place. The pain they give me is unbearable but I need to survive this hell hole just to escape. It seems like there lies are already enough to give me pain but they don't stop there. They keep doing it as if they want me to be dead from this pain. I was alone. At least I thought I was. Until he came. He was my new neighbor. He is an irresistible bad boy. When he came into my life it was just like your car crashed into a concrete wall and you went flying because of the impact it made. Well that's how its gonna be when he crashed into my miserable life. And he made a big impact and changed my whole life...
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