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Everlasting

LECTURES 204
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Chapitres 3
Durée 24m

LECTURES 204
Votes 2
Chapitres 3
Durée 24m

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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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