Phrases I wrote in my early 20's after feeling the part of me that, in some way already knew, the guy I was seeing didn't have my best interest at heart. Still I would keep on collecting red flags and wipe his wrecking, wacky ways under a rug. I just wanted to believe I was lovable. But I couldn't love him. He'd gaslight after violent rapes, emotional and physical abuse. He took me away from an awful situation, only to isolate me and torture in an even worse manner. But familiar, so I kept shut.
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