Decades of a relationship in decay. Mind games, this woman played my whole life. However, She can’t control me anymore. I thought I got away; thousands of miles between us. I thought I escaped the manipulation and lies that satisfy her evil desires. Silence, she could not stand despite the messages I sent. She sent the police to my front door. Lack of control was the root of her motivation. So, now what? What’s done is done. No excuses to justify your ways; no apologies to stipulate. Your hand is cut off because you wouldn’t let go.
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