The first time I was abused was by my father. It was terrifying. I screamed and I ran as far as I could to get away from it. But this time it comes in another form. It's a beautiful boy with blue eyes and curly brown hair. He throws things at me in anger, and constantly pushes me away but because I'm immune to the abuse it feels like love. He says he's sorry, he says he loves me, but that is not love. No one that loves you will ever hurt you. Abused people have trouble telling the difference between abuse and love because in their life, they exist as a inseparable pair. Love will never hurt you and if it does it isn't love.
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Short StoryThis book is a collection of stories, truths, and life knowledge I learn. From love to drugs to alcohol to hatred to god and everything in between. Everything in this book is real and will contain mentions of drugs, alcohol, love, religion, rape, se...
