I hate abuse.
I hate the way it makes you feel.
I hate the residual effects even long years after the majority of the scars have healed.
I hate the levels of insecurities and fears that run wild in the mind.
I hate the forms of behavioral tendencies that take years to subside.
I hate the pain of the past.
I hate the sadness of the lost years.
I hate the personality formulas that tend to be normal existence.
I hate the uncertainty of the future.
I hate the triggers of the remembrance.
I hate the victimization of an innocent one, so sweet, so mild, so gentle turned wild.
I hate the effects for generations to come.
ABUSE is one silent killer of many breathing ones.
I hate Abuse. Don’t You?
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