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I once loved a man, Who made a bet on my worth, A sick game he played, To measure his own girth. He wagered my virginity, A trophy to be won, His ego as fragile, As glass in the sun. I lost that bet, And with it my innocence, A love that was tainted, By his selfish pretense. He got me pregnant, A life I never planned, But he didn't want the burden, And gave me an ultimatum to end. I felt trapped and scared, His words a heavy weight, But I found the courage, To choose my own fate. I left him behind, Never looking back, An escape from the toxicity, The strength I never knew I had. My first love, A painful lesson learned, A reminder to never settle, And that self-love is earned.
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Apr 21, 2023
Apr 21, 2023 at 6:45 AM UTC
Love: The sick game
I once loved a man, Who made a bet on my worth, A sick game he played, To measure his own girth. He wagered my virginity, A trophy to be won, His ego as fragile, As glass in the sun. I lost that bet, And with it my innocence, A love that was tainted, By his selfish pretense. He got me pregnant, A life I never planned, But he didn't want the burden, And gave me an ultimatum to end. I felt trapped and scared, His words a heavy weight, But I found the courage, To choose my own fate. I left him behind, Never looking back, An escape from the toxicity, The strength I never knew I had. My first love, A painful lesson learned, A reminder to never settle, And that self-love is earned.
Love isn't always beautiful
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24/F/Lagos, Nigeria
Apr 21, 2023
Apr 21, 2023 at 6:45 AM UTC
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