My life is damaged. My body is bruised. My mind is open. My heart has been shattered. And still I'm here. I've fought through so much and I've done this for people who wouldn't get a paper cut for me. I cry at night because the supposed "love of my life" has beaten me so recklessly that I can't bare the thought of her anywhere near me or my babies. Yet still, I fought for her. I was taught to fight for those I love and for what I want. When will someone fight for me? I still can't give up though. My babies......they're counting on me. They need me and I'd die for them. And now that he's here, he fights for me. But at what cost? Is it a price that we can pay? Is it worth it?
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