Unspoken Desires

Unspoken Desires

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Cheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with profound attachment issues, a longing for love that seemed insatiable. In her quest for affection and belonging, Cheska had yearned for a girl's love. She had sought solace in the arms of others, hoping to fill the void within her. But despite her desperate pleas, reality delivered her a harsh check. The love she had sought was elusive, slipping through her fingers like sand, leaving her feeling even more lost and broken. However, despite the pain and disappointment, Cheska's story took a turn. Through the darkness, she found resilience and strength within herself. She reached a pivotal moment of self-reflection, where she realized that true healing could not be found in the arms of another, but within the depths of her own being. (Cover from pinterest/https://pin.it/4RUr5dC)
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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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