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Life is content. Not sure whether to hide it or flaunt it, but nevertheless, I am content. I worked hard for the happiness I deserve. I was cut deep and I bled and I bled and I bled. But I never allowed him to see me broken. Nope. He withdrew his ability to know and receive love from Me. Now, I am mother fucking content and he is wasting away. Living a lie he could never weaken me to believe.

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