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Renovation After a Narcissist

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The more we, as a society, promote and perpetuate the self and the ego, the more we, as a society, are going to breed more narcissists (or narcs as this type of character is commonly referred to). With the 'me world' we live in, it's the perfect breeding ground for narcissism. I've had the displeasure of dealing with several throughout my life, beginning with my stepfather, and with abusive, narc spouses. Dealing with them can be compared to dealing with satan, himself. It's best to learn the signs to protect yourself, for narcs aren't only difficult and known to suck the life out of you, they can be lethal. 

"Narcs are the masters of deceit; masters of disguise;
Live only to hone their skills for destroying lives."
~ Artsieladie Quote

"Renovation After A Narcissist" (Sometimes a vagrant sneaks past the security of one's heart. When they are discovered, they must be made to depart. First, beef up security with more guards put in place, Then thoroughly disinfect until there is no trace!) Now that I have recognised the toxin in my life, Living in my heart causing me stress and strife, Disinfection has begun, a thorough cleansing duty, Every nook and cranny to wipe out the rabid booty, To eradicate the infection that has held me in peril. I won't stop until my heart is completely sterile. Open wide the windows, air out the gruesome smell, Good riddance to the garbage, extricate, expel. All the filthy, rotten lies, the stench is so profound, Fermenting in deceit, drowning every sound, Of reason, of logic, of any common sense, Designed just to cripple and stifle my defense. All the daggers strewn around, with my blood, stained, The walls of my heart shredded once my Love was gained. The mutilation is evident everywhere I look, As advantage of my Love without remorse, he took. I offered complete forgiveness, to understand, a chance, But he was too enthralled with the wielding of his lance, Making lacerations, gaping wounds, cutting deep, Inflicting pain immense, with joy he watched me weep. All the masquerading of his many twisted clones, Rounding up many as his spying, lying drones, Has now come to a close with a sour, bitter end, But with cleansing underway, my mangled heart can mend. For the vagrant in my heart, the vampiristic leech, I have now extricated with a ton of bleach. No remnants shall remain, not even a spec of dust, Not even a whisper silent, meticulous is a must. The task shall be done, impeccably carried through, Until my heart is healed and once again anew. There will be no vacancy until this work's complete, Never to be again seduced by a master of deceit. Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2014-05-03 18:22:00 (EST) All rights reserved.

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Date: 6/25/2018 2:09:00 AM
Oh the world is full of them Artsie, they care for no one but themselves. This is a great write. Tom.
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Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
Date: 7/6/2018 2:35:00 PM
Yes, the world is, Tom, and right again, they do not care about anyone, except themselves. Thank you for dropping in and adding your thoughts. Much appreciated. Hope you have a great day. :) ~ Artsie

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