Broken glass and empty plates…

25 Mar

I can remember moving, running, escaping…everything in me thought what the hell did you do.

It was a big set up, it was a plot to kill me. My burial would have been my fault…that is what the story that would have been told. Everyone around me was the victim.

The cable…

The gas….

The house…

The rent…

The food …

….they were ploys used as lies to feed his story. Yet, the truth was only believable to the true heart of a real person….not the toy puppets he created.

Funny thing, his ex wife told me he did her the same way. Cycle of a user, a mass manipulator.

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