It all started when I woke up early in the morning and I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I could not see out of my left eye because that’s how bad my lover had beaten me. That’s when I took control and went to the kitchen to grab a knife and a pot of grits so that he could understand me more. I did that because I wanted to have protection. I grabbed my bags and took one more look at my lover and said, “I would rather make love to the truth then to make love to a LIE!!!!
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