Everlasting
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Last published Mon, Jul 6, 2015
Hope.... was the only thing I had left to hold unto.
He didn't care about my well being nor did he care about his own. All I ever did was fully dedicate my life to caring for him and loving him, but he didn't want that.
What happens when I stop to show that I care?
Addiction...... the thing he has turned to.
I wasn't afraid of the addiction, I wasn't going to stop loving him, but what happens when the addiction becomes too much?
Anger....... the thing I feared the most in him.
What happens when I drive his anger off the wall?
What happens when I finally say that's enough?
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