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Abuse of The Heart

There’s many types of abuse. Physical, emotional, mental. The worst kind in those groups, manipulation. It can go from peer pressure, to messing with emotions. I was a victim, to this kind of abuse. He made me believe I needed him. And I still think that way. I curse my heart, knowing that I still long for him. Knowing I still love him, even when he hurt me the most.

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