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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

<p>People say how you grew up matters. The environment you were raised in matters. Ifvyou are raised by parents who showed each other how much they meant to one another had an impact on your love life. Everything someone went through when as a kid stayed with them for life. </p>

<p>If you were raised in a family where the dad was violent it sticks with you. Everytime you looked at a man you felt disgusted. What if he ended up just like your father? Somehow everyone ended up with someone who was similar like there dad? Was that true? I had no idea. All I wanted was a soft love. Someone who actually made me feel loved. Someone who made me feel like the prettiest girl to exist. Someone who actually made me happy . We all wanted to be happy right? </p>

63|Eternity