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#nowinners
I see the man who is still my husband many of the days. Handover of children, he looks so withdrawn. He is hating on me he looks to be suffering I had to break free. When we were together nothing fulfilled him or the hole in his soul. I turned circus tricks Look at that, look at this! But any joy poured in disappeared, black abyss. I almost did too.
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Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC
The man who’s still my husband