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Tony , I'M Gone

Dear Tony I'm not your fuel anymore. Wanting me as someone who will fulfill your needs. Laundry, cooking, and listening to your glib antics. Mixed in with verbal degradation to keep me down and twirling swirling whirling, to keep you happy. No concern that I have any needs and feelings. It's all about Tony wrapped into a sadistic package. Convincing people that I deserve your abuse because I'm insecure. Who's the insecure one??? Love is not getting someone else to fulfill Tony's needs. You were always bored. You always needed excitement. Women are objects. Using your eyes to fulfill your sexual deficiency. Using my weaknesses against me. Projecting your sociopathy on me. And.......You have no remorse. You can't function in relationships.. . Work, family, or intimate ones. You will scope out your next victim. A caring, loving, empathetic, and intelligent woman who you will feel an insatiable need to destroy. And you will walk away after you burn her house down. You will be satisfied once again. Cycling circle cycling circle of Psychopathy. Got to go Not your victim anymore

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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