Artistic Downfall
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Last published Thu, Jan 9, 2014
One day you have completely nothing. Still in that abusive relationship and when he's to controlling to trust you to go to your studio to paint. You just shatter. You crumple. I started to believe that maybe I was to ugly, that I was thankful that he loved me and that if we ever got married that I would be lucky. Maybe he's right?
After a night where he took it to far I just ran. I couldn't take it. I didn't bring anything. I took off. I found myself completely lost, god knows where in some stupid woody area in my bare feet. Clothes torn and my face still bloody.
But for some odd reason I was meant to en up beaten to a inch of my life because I needed to get somewhere apparently, where? I don't know yet.
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