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To love a man that gives you the moon and all of the constellations,                       this gift, I did not receive. Instead, I loved a man who could create skies of jade and violet among any area of his choosing with his own bare hands. To love a man that gives you a bouquet of twelve burgundy roses,                      this gift, I did not receive. Instead, I loved a man who could produce a field of golden pansies atop my right cheek with his own fingertips. To love a man that gives you a kiss beneath a lantern string of lights,                      this gift, I did not receive. Instead, I loved a man who could shoot the most colorful of fireworks and streamers from the booming sound of his own voice. To love a man that gives you a floral path from the door to a candle-lit room,             this gift, I did not receive. Instead, I loved a man who could toss a book through the air and before it struck my skin, it would burst into pink rose petals with a clap from the same bare hands that painted me jade and violet skies.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
Romanticization of an Abusive Relationship
To love a man that gives you the moon and all of the constellations,                       this gift, I did not receive. Instead, I loved a man who could create skies of jade and violet among any area of his choosing with his own bare hands. To love a man that gives you a bouquet of twelve burgundy roses,                      this gift, I did not receive. Instead, I loved a man who could produce a field of golden pansies atop my right cheek with his own fingertips. To love a man that gives you a kiss beneath a lantern string of lights,                      this gift, I did not receive. Instead, I loved a man who could shoot the most colorful of fireworks and streamers from the booming sound of his own voice. To love a man that gives you a floral path from the door to a candle-lit room,             this gift, I did not receive. Instead, I loved a man who could toss a book through the air and before it struck my skin, it would burst into pink rose petals with a clap from the same bare hands that painted me jade and violet skies.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
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