stockholm i allowed this to happen in me to buy time. when i finally made passage through the gates of a new life. i hear of this Love i lived i hear people behind curtains ask each other what happened to this love. i m sooo angry as it was never love and the truth is hidden under second chances the abuser is looked up to by many and speaks highly of me. makin it hard for people to understand how i react to any convo or situation around the person. i avoid things i use to love just because of it. this many years later and there is no face to the hidden pain i lived the near death moments the twisted love that was polished by the admiring twisted soul. it makes me feel sick to my very being that i allowed this to happen in me. and my life.