GHETTO LOVE

GHETTO LOVE

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They say life is not a bed of roses but what they didn't tell me is, it is rather worst than a bed of thorns. To me, at least. With the kind of life I've been faced with- a drunk for a father, an addict for a brother and problems too much for an average sixteen year old to handle alone. Finding love has never made the top of my list but life has it's ways of getting you to do certain things you'd never imagine. Change, they say, is inevitable but not all changes tend to be beneficial to the victim. Sometimes it's a lot more, other times less and for some people, just in between.
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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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