Life of Us
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𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 1 𝚕𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 2. 𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 to 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Started: 10/3/21 Ended: --/--/--
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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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