Types of People As... (Aesthetic Descriptions)

Types of People As... (Aesthetic Descriptions)

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This is a collection of original posts attempting to describe types of people through the personification of certain places, ideas or concepts. I don't know if that was clear enough, but you'll get the hang of it as you read. Though these posts were inspired by other posts found online, the ones in this specific book were written by me. Feel free to re-post or use them as long as you alert me and give credit. Now that we got the formalities out of the way, enjoy!
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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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