...write, delete, write, delete.
ASA... I am afraid to write what I really feel so I write, delete, write, delete. Why? Why a grown man with kids? Why a middle-aged man? Why any man for that matter- or woman? What could you have possibly gained in stature by your actions? For God's sake, I was drugged. I was DRUGGED... S.U.R.G.E.R.Y.! What could you have possibly gained? I fail to comprehend. I fail to forgive. I fail to heal. Its not a choice. I just can't. I don't know how. I just don't know how. I don't even remember how it ended...and I find that revolting. And me.

...heavy sigh...maybe some anger issues...you think?...add a touch of betrayal...throw in a bit of rape... recipe for a trouble heart. Man, oh, man.
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For now we see through a glass, darkly.