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Sep 2014
He lied
And I still believed him
He cheated
And I stayed with him
He called me things
And I let him
He hit me
And I accepted it
He forced me
And I kept quiet
He didn't love me
And I loved him the whole time
Sometimes I wish more of what I wrote was fiction.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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