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I have no where else to go to escape. No where is safe. You're eyes are always on me, watching, nit picking. My eyes grow dark. My heart harrdens. I am not my own, and surely not yours. Do you know you cannot own the soul of another? Well, do you?
I thought I loved will. I still think I do at times. It is so easy for one such as myself to love another openly and honestly, easily. I require so little to share in my day graciously. But, I am forever being compared to another. Someone not even of the same caliber as I. I'm not too proud. I'm just the right amount proud of myself. I've been a single mom for 7 years. I've done a decent job of raising my boys. I could be doing better without him. I don't love him. Moving in this last time squashed it. I don't feel much of anything for him. And I feel guilty for that.....
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