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Slowly day by day your fairy tale turns into a nightmare. And what is left of you is an empty, shallow shell…a non-existent person that he couldn’t love and no one will love again.
Like I said…I could be married like my girlfriends, but I made the choice to leave…I made the choice to fight…I made the choice to survive and to live again.
That’s the problem, you see, and the hardest part…the part that I could have it all back again; the horror, the fights, and the abuse, but I just couldn’t live like that and I want to live.
Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Oil Painting By: JCW
Copyright April 2016
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