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for you

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I burst out crying when I read your poem. I should have known from your earlier comments on my shit that you understood the depth of my bruises. It took me a year and a half to leave the love of my life. I still think about him every day, and I'm bruised and scarred in so many ways because of him. Sometimes when I have particularly horrible nights I want to call him, because I know he would want me back - but I can't because I finally got the law involved. It sounds like you haven't brought yourself to that point yet. If I can be there for you in any way, please just email me: