Soulmate behind hurt doors

Soulmate behind hurt doors

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I'm trapped inside of a world were my bully is my lover and brothers best friend He causes me pain everyday form beginning of the school year until now he's beaten be physically sexually and emotionaly I can't even think straight because he's always right there he says that I belong to him and him only that he loves me and just wants me to understand that it's true but right now I can't see it I can't feel it he's the reason I'm on drugs he's the reason I cut he's the reason for all of this but .............. At the end of the day I KNOW that deep down inside he does love me ... We are meant to be.....and I know we'll work in the future because I do know he's my SOULMATE BEHIND HURT DOORS
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Sometimes I feel as if I should receive an award for staying strong for so long. When it becomes almost habit to fake a smile everyday and to hardly ever cry no matter how awful I feel is tough. I make it through though. It's life. I feel like crying is a sign of weakness. I guess that's why I hardly ever cry in front of people or even alone for that matter. Only a few people can see the sorrow deep in my eyes. I hide it with laughter and a smile everyday. I'm good at hiding my true feelings and that's not always a good thing. I tend to bottle up my feelings until I burst. I either yell, scream, and fight or I just sit alone and cry for hours. I've only cracked to one person and she is my best friend. She's always been there for me and is like the little sister I never had, but always wanted. No one else has gotten through me yet. I don't know if anyone ever will either. Maybe someday ill find someone that can make my sorrow and pain go away. Maybe someday ill find someone who loves me for me. Maybe someday is sooner than I expect. Maybe it's right around the corner. Can she find love? Will that love be what she expects? Find out in The Bad Boy by bellebug23. Don't steal my story! This is 100% mine. If you find someone that stole it please report them to me after ranting them out and also reporting them! Thank you and enjoy:)*COMPLETED* ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @bellebug23©

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