Your words are sharp knifes though I show they are dull as rubber....I could care less how you feel...I would give the world to have you disappear...To not be constantly surrounded by your immature stupidity...You are not a man, nor do I feel like you will ever know the exillirating feeling of being so. There may be hopr for you yet...But not in my arms...You ruined the one good thing you have ever had...And no one will ever be willing to subject themselves to the hell that comes with being your wife....Thank GOD I am free....I could go on and on...But your not even worth the words I have written...
Your may spring is my thunderstorm.....Darkness that cannot be penetrated in a physical form....Where shall I go from here....Twords the darkness that draws me , and you fear.....
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