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My Final Letter

I loved you and you broke my heart. All I did was care for you and want the best for you and you fucking tore me to pieces. I tried my best to hold out and to stay strong but you slithered your way in and put poison into my heart. Bit by bit you slowly broke me apart and tore at each of my layers. You dug deeper and deeper weakening my walls all the while with a sick malicious grin plastered on your face. You knew your strength and your power and ability and you took satisfication as you watched me fall right into all your carefully laid traps. When I would try to fight my way out you knew exactly what to say to lure me back in. To make me think that you had changed. That things would be better. But they never were and they never would be. I sat on your sick and twisted merry-go-round long enough holding out for you, for us, for anything. But I'm done. I'm smarter now and I'm stronger then you thought. I don't need you. I can see right through you because you are just a snake and you will stay in the dirt where you belong. But I am a butterfly and I will grow and transform into something even more beautiful then before and I will fly away and find a new garden to make my home in and I will be happy there.

-EB

I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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