Broken
For someone as young as she was she thought for a fact that he was going to be the one. He put the ring on her finger asking her that one question... you know? the question. The question that has you knees tribbling when you see your man getting down on that one knee, the one that has you thinking that he has the lock and you got the key. See, six month into the relationship he beat her misusing every inch of love that she had and turning it into something bad. She kept telling herself "dont walk away, he loves you". Not leaving him soon enough was the biggest mistake made! Confusing the mind, body, life and soul whipping his right arm back and striking the left side of her public figure leaving her body and self esteem bruised. So I...I close my inhaling the good and exhaling the bad leaving myself, breathless. I guess I was supposesd to feel offended losing him mishandeling the fact that I had feelings too.
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