No Love Left to Give
Eventually, my strength gave out, and I sank to the bottom.
At that moment, I hated them.
I hated how blind they were, dancing like puppets to Florence's every move. I also hated how cruel they were. One was my boyfriend, and the other had always claimed to be like a brother to me. Yet, they both stood by and watched me die.
Most of all, I hated myself.
I hated that it took three years of betrayal before I finally decided to leave. I hated that I had let it get to this point. God knew how heartbroken my parents would be when they found out.
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