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Defined, by the wounds that the men she dated left on her, ever since she’d started dating, she’d been, drawn to men, bad men who would, hurt her.
Growing up, she’d often watched her own mama cry, as her father would get drunk and come home on nights, and get a bit too loud…defined, by the wounds that the men she dated left on her, at the very beginning, she’d felt hurt by them, but, as she got used to it, she’d started, wearing her “battle scars” like gold and glory, and to her, the more she’d gotten beaten up, the more she felt that she meant to the men who beat her up.
not my photograph…
Defined, by the wounds that the men she dated left on her, there was, NO way out, of this, cycle of abuse, although she knew it was wrong, but still, she’d felt, so helpless, to change, because she was, afraid, of change.
Defined by the wounds that men she dated left on her, there’s, no way out for her, as she kept, rolling, in this vicious cycle, and she felt so helpless, that even if she was, motivated to get out, she just, couldn’t afford to, change………
Life, the Obstacle Course 