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and for the first time in my life, i understood what it meant to be abused by someone i loved sincerely, you've torn apart every piece of me.

every plea meant nothing in the haze of your drunken rage. by the time the sun rose and you woke in shock at what you had done, my soul had already died. i wished it all were just a nightmare.

but it wasn't. it was real. every bruise on my skin, every streak of blood on the sheets, wasn't just proof of one brutal night, it was also proof of a love that had burned out long ago.

i hid it all in silence, convincing myself you would change, that this was just once, that if my love were big enough, i could heal from the damage you caused.

but pain doesn't fade just because you want it to. it stays, like the bruises do, reminding me that in the name of love, i lost myself.