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He abuses me. I love him. He slashes at me with his fist. I love him. His rage on me is so tempting for me to just, you know. Give up.
Every morning I wake up to the intriguing oder of his strong manliness wrapped around my petite waist. Oh god he is so hot when he's asleep, ha. Sadly looks don't mean a thing when someone brings a hand up at you every breath you take.
Ha, but I love him too much. Or do I?
When i look into his deep dark blue eyes, I see two of all things.
Happiness. A spark of happiness and hope that can overcome any stressful obstacle.
Can it?
A sorrowful darkness creates his heart. The once fragilness of his heart, hardness it to the stiffness of a rock.
He loves me as if i have never loved anyone.

He hits me as if i had killed a loved one of his. But for i have not.

I love him too much. We can't afford medicine to fix his madness. Thats why we live in the shit area of Narrow Glenn. Thats what happens when your husbands a strip club bouncer and your a burger flipper at Crust Mc.Jr

My parents didn't raise me to live like this. I was raised to be rich. Loved.
Truly loved.
This love. Sadly,I know isn't a true love.

A real love.

His love is not a one in a million. His love is as if me loving something that never came to be.

I guess, If i don't get killed before i do so.

I'll go to another lover.

Lover to Lover.