Lies
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We all tell lies, small or big. Some break your heart at the sight you see, the things you read, or here. You will spend countless hours thinking about what you possibly did wrong. The messed up thing is the person that lied will write a story and completely make themselves the victim. They lie about who they are or "catfish" to put it in simpler terms. Then proceed to make the person they lied to seem like the bad person. They leave you with no one, they leave you unwanted. They break your heart and you cry. You hurt more than you ever had before, and they won't care. You are left completely broken, picking up glass pieces and with each piece cutting yourself more. They ruin everything that you have worked for relationship wise. All you wanna do is rip your hair out, and cry. Then all of a sudden its like you can't produce the tears, everything just sucks. You have to watch them love someone else, which is one of the hardest things to do. You are constantly finding things to distract you because its dangerous to be alone with your thoughts. You're broken, damaged goods, and who likes damaged goods? Not most people, not unless they can fix you, then they sell you again, in even worse condition. They make you feel worthless, useless, ugly, disgusting, all of the bad things you can possibly feel, and you have to pretend that you aren't hurt because the second someone asks if your okay, that its over. You'll start to cry endless tears, and they won't know what to do, so its best to just pretend. Deep down, you see the broken in everyone, and you can't help but wonder what they did to get the misery they got. Its the beginning of late nights, the beginning of panic attacks, the start of finding yourself not doing anything because you just don't have the energy. Just done....
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Change to disclaimer: I censored their name because they were getting death threats. THIS BOOK IS COMPLETE In my younger years, I accepted toxic manipulation and emotional abuse as normal and a sign of love. I've dealt with lying and manipulation all my life but never classified it as wrong since it all came from someone I loved: my father. I never fought back because I was raised to put trust in him because we were kin. A decade later, I come across Wattpad with a warm and loving community, and through mutual friends meet THEM. We then start dating on and off and then finally break up. Before we do break-up, they made me vow to never tell anyone what I had gone through and discovered about them. I said yes without hesitation because I was still madly in love with them and stupidly loyal; but as two years pass I realize I promised to not tell anyone about their true self so they could continue to do what they did to me and to silence me because they knew I still had feelings for them and was formidably loyal. I became damage control so they could continuously drag in new weak-minded people like me and make them go through the same pain and groom them to shower them with attention every second of the day and when they didn't; they made them feel as if they were wrong. They made their lovers feel like they were the bad guy and insignificant at the same time. In Present day, this still haunts me to the point I only get a few hours of sleep. My ex isn't here now and I feel I must share not only as a way to warn readers of people like them and how his definition of love is actually far from the truth, but as way of closure for myself.

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