Toxic Tendencies

Toxic Tendencies

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Nov 29, 2025
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"I gave my LIFE to you. Everything I did, I did for you. Fuck you, Cyrus!" - "Not you saying you love me while breaking up with me. Fuck you Cyrus, I should have known." - "You can't just apologize and then expect the damage to disappear. Own your shit, Cy. It's the only way to know if you're actually sorry." - "I just. . .I can't with you, Cyrus. All the back and forth, mixed signals, the lies; I can't anymore." - Yeah...no. Dating Cyrus: wouldn't recommend. It wouldn't be her if she didn't end up breaking five hearts in one relationship. Hers included. She wanted to do better. She had to. For the love of herself and those around her, she would. ~ A/N: I like books where shitty people actually get better-not by the power of pussy, but just really working on themselves. That's what I wanna do with Cyrus. pussy is good tho😌
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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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