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The pendulum swings hard.
There are good people and there are bad people, right? Not exactly, this world is not black and white, it's all in shades of grey. Some are almost as dark as black, while some are as light at white.
Abusive relationships are just like that, there isn't always one person who's the victim and one that's the abuser.
The pendulum always swings hard.
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