When i wake each morning its a struggle to find the drive to get out of bed, to face him everyday at school. His betrayal is fresh on my heart and knowing he is happy playing games instead of healing breaks me. Hope is a gift from the gods but the gods did not intend for us to feel so lost..or did they? every moment is another trial…another trial that threatens to break who I am and turn me into what I am not. 

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