Low and behold we find ourselves standing here today, at least, I’m standing. Finally, I’m standing. I’ve ran the miles, swam the seas, climbed the mountains, retreated, and began it all once more, twice more, too many times, that now, there is nothing more. 

Stripped to nothing but the body you beat, the brain you belittled, the blink of my eyes permanently shut from the swelling. My life became congested with everything but the good, blackness spilling into my vision, blurring out everything, but you. Please understand, I’m proud of myself, for finding the beauty I’ve for too long been deprived of. I’m proud, that today I’m standing.  

You know something strange? I envision the day someone will break her heart, whenever I see a little girl. How tragic, as each day draws to an end, as does her innocence. Purity lost a midst the lies he feeds her, the bruises fogging her skin from any sunlight, shunning her into secrecy, a story untold yet growing strong underneath

A story she’ll understand one day, someday. 

A story she’ll need to know to never again settle for what’s beneath her, to see she can go above, she can be free

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I pity you. I pity the person you are. Damian, I pity the fact that you will waste your days away with loss of direction, not only in what’s expected, but more importantly from what’s within

You’re the most miserable sack of flesh I’ve ever known. Yet your misery has taught me much. Through your violence, I’ve broken. And through my darkest hour,  I have seen the light. I have regrown my soul, rebuilt my bones, unstitched my eyes so to see what wonders await before me. I feel no guilt writing this. For what exists now of you is exactly the person you’ve taught me to fear, the monster overpowering me year after year, 

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you really thought I’d never run, never find my way, away from you? 

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