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The Inside Story on Me

The Inside Story on Me

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Can finding the love of your life, help you face the truth about yourself? This is isn't a love story, it's a life story - my life story after Grayson entered it. My name is Raven and this is the inside story on me. "You probably think I had a pretty normal and for the most part okay childhood. I guess that is certainly the perception the world, my family and even (my best friend) had of it all, but I suppose because I never really talked about it, never talked much at all really, it's hard to see it any other way. Underneath this veneer, inside of me lurked a lot of darkness for a great many years, stretching from childhood into high school, it is probably why things happened the way they did..."
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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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