"You better watch out, you better not cry..." he tried to make light of the fact he hurt her. It was intentional and his meaning was clear. You ever think of mindlessly playing games with my ego your body turns into my punching bag. She knew the rules before getting involved with him. He never hid that. There was a gray area between them outlined in red. Like a warning alert, like blood. The amount of leeway she was accustomed to was gone. This was not a time for escape or freedom. This was not a time for pity or suffering. This was a time for honesty. A chance to be redeemed. The forgiveness of sin.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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