i spent every ounce of energy and feeling
every hope and dream and prayer
keeping myself together with him
trying to be enough for him
thin enough
fit enough
quiet enough
perfect enough
excusing every horror he threw at me
until there was nothing left of me
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Free verse, the muses
Inspired by Promptarium.
the kintsukuroi life 
You are enough. And I like what is left.
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Thanks, Someone.
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What they can’t recognize is the beauty you hold. The gentleness and fire that is you, not to mention the outer beauty you possess. Never allow another person tell you what or who you are. You were born a flower and still are. Quite a delight if I remember. 🌹🌹Aunt Joan
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My heart aches for you, because I am watching my daughter go through the same abuse. And she can not hear our pleas to cut him loose.
Thankful you got out!
Blessed by your writing.
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I’m sorry you’re stuck watching it from the outside. This is a challenge. Lizzy is writing a piece right now that is a response to you but it is also for everyone else.
I know it is hard right now but I also know that there is hope. Pandora’s box isn’t just filled with the bad things… There is always hope there too!!!
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This is for you, Jeff. I’m sorry you’re going through this. Let us know how we can help.
https://thekintsukuroilife.blog/2022/01/10/when-someone-is-abused/
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