Mated To The Dawson's

Mated To The Dawson's

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Do you know how people tell you that once you hit rock bottom that there is only one way to go and that is up? Well them people most definitely lied, I have been at rock bottom and somehow there is this cursed shovel that just keeps digging the ground out from under me that eventually I will most definitely be in hell. So, let me tell you when my perfect life took a turn for the worst, I'll explain a few things, that way you understand just how bad things really are. My life wasn't always so complicated or hectic. There was a time when I was just a happy oblivious college student that was until they walked into my life... until I met the Dawson boys.
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I was young, naive, and weak, when my whole world collapsed. Now, I'm still young, but I know better. Better than to put my guard down. Better than to blindly believe those who promise, they won't hurt me. Better than to think someone would show some genuine interest in who I am instead of just taking advantage of me. Better than to trust anyone with my heart and body ever again. I spent years crawling up from the rock bottom, just now starting to see the light. Joining my college lacrosse team is a chance for happiness, but also a risk, I'm petrified to take. How am I supposed to look at my teammates and not see his face? How am I supposed to pretend I'm not on the verge of a panic attack, every time I step into the locker room? And how am I supposed to tell someone, that they only waste their time on me because I might as well be considered a lost cause?

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