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Nothing But a Name
I once thought that my life was so good, but I was wrong, I must have misunderstood. It was a mirage, it was not really there. I felt wiped clean, exposed, totally bare. The love, that was professed to be there, was gone, forever lost, found nowhere. The person that I thought was my biggest fan turned out to sadly be, not much of a man. All of the loving names that I had come to be, were wiped away, "a nothing" was the one left to me. I never thought that I would or could ever see, this man, my love", try to destroy me. Ugly words, accusations, ridiculous lies, I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. I struggled, I broke down, I was crushed, by the pain. I learned that I would never be able to trust again. But I knew that I had to fight back someway, somehow, I had to defend myself and I had to do it now! I gathered every bit of strength that I had, to try to rethink things, turn the good to bad. So we could meet on level ground, fight fire with fire, I was no longer going to be pushed around. He was a brave man when other people could see, I saw the real man, a coward, standing in front of me. I found more goodness, more character deep within me, than the self professed " heavy hitter", would ever see. The horrible experience finally came to an end, I had learned that my resolve must never again bend. When the dust cleared I don't think he expected to see, the last one standing was "a nothing", the name he had given me.
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