What Really Goes On

What Really Goes On

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I can't ever remember a time that was like this. A time where I might actually be happy, a time where I might actually have a friend, a time where I felt comfortable in my own skin. Where I felt safe in my mind. Where my thoughts weren't eating me alive. My oh my let me tell you my life hasn't been easy, and I may remember how all of that felt, but I made it through. That is the thing I am most in love with. I may have a burning passion inside of my heart for many other things but that fact, will forever hold the key to my happiness.
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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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