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I've always wanted to be an abuser of sorts, but it's always been directed towards myself. The bruises, scratches, marks within my own brain that have never healed, leaving a permanent imprant that can never be grieved. Too easily sensitive to hurt others, constantly fawning and giving in to that victim role. Now it's my turn.
She may be deeply a part of me, ingrained into my very soul, a part of my story, but this time I choose this abuse. Each word on the page tainting myself in a cycle of rage.
To be your own abuser, is to be your own.
I won't be the perfect victim anymore.
[Constantly being worked on, chapters just take a while for me to make.]
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