Conversation with Death
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Complete, First published May 18, 2019
It's in your head but do not listen. Its sounds like you but you know its not. It'll say what it needs to satify its evil greed. You must prevail, or it will drown you. You need help, well let me guide you. I'll show you how I fight it and how I'm still here. My way might help you it might not, but its a start. A story of how I battle with self and self battles with me. 




This story is not rated mature becuase depression and thoughts of suicide can start at any age and we all need help handling them.
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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?