Dangerous Addiction

Dangerous Addiction

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I have had my fair share of love, not the type you see in cartoons and movies instead being used, abused and manipulated just because I stood up for my basic human rights. How one could loose every bit of sense they had when infatuated with an individual is beyond me. It is described like the feeling of floating in the clouds, but that is just a tactic used to conceal revolting lies and escape the painful truth. Truth of hurt and unrequited feelings,and some call that love? Dat sound like coke. But at di end a di day a night, so sometimes yafi mek yuh owna fate. Even if it meant twisting the reality of others to feed your own selfish ego and losing trust in the people you once cared for. While bounded to metal bars, I,Jazariah Tindale looked back on the events which molded me, with no ounce of regret. Some aspects made me think..........bwoy what a gyal life salt, muss sea side me born, others oddly brought me joy while contradicting the morals i had for myself.
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DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.

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