Die Hard
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I don't feel I was particularly insane as a child. Just a child who tends to see the world in a different light. The kind of light where unicorns jumped through candy flavored hoops to their demises of a churning, boiling, sickly sweet pool of lava with heads of its victims floating about, like a nice cherry on top perhaps. I think what changed my mind to such dark thoughts was when my innocence was turned to a guilt trip. My heart and body a slave to him. He took everything from me. He took my life, my first love it all belonged to him now no buts about it because he took my mother and I'm the one keeping her alive.
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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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