my own

I once only could numb the pain running through my veins… The life I chose…was not one I could ever continue and sustain. When I started to love me…everything changed from the way it was before. The fears I carried at all times with me…left and never returned again through my doors. I wanted to…

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with time…

it hurts to heal… layers and layers to uncover and painfully peel. fear dissolves and disappears when you let yourself feel. letting go of what was fantasy…and embracing what was real. he was a man who had very little love to give. but i’ll thank him every moment i have to live. when you know…

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flown

i have nothing to lose… between the past and present i always choose. after healing…you learn to slowly stand on your own. he can’t reach her…where she’s left and flown. and this is where their story ends… the point where hers finally begins… still she’ll remember you and be grateful. there’s no part of her…

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new turn

it’s not about me… life is more meaningful when you give unselfishly. took a good look in the mirror and its many reflections. decided to take my life in a new, unfamiliar direction. you can’t block out the fear forever…but you can grow your love a little at a time. adversity gave me the courage…

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a way

i breathe you in, i breathe you out. you intimidate me with your level of clout. because you have armies on your side. some days all i do is stay in bed and hide. you made me a prisoner, but you were one first. it must have been impossible to live the way you lived,…

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Disagree

It’s okay to disagree… And it’s okay to love and hate me. But there was a point where our relationship became more than unhealthy. The fine lines between what’s expected and what’s not okay is complicated. You become used to the insults and the put downs, your mind and body adjust to what’s tolerated. But…

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Warfare

Loving him is warfare… Every word is a military issued weapon. Every act is a deliberately planned assault. You could spend forever waiting for him to finally care. And he doesn’t even know he’s in a war with himself and not with me. He decorates his arms in medals and daggers, but nothing is ever…

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