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My life is perfect .  I have to fake a smile when you look down on me.  My life is perfect .  I have to act insane to have friends around me . They love me, don’t they?  By calling me mad and bringing out their phones to record me acting like a lunatic. My life is perfect.  To have friends I have to stay rich.  My life is perfect  to get loved back I have to pretend I’m not in love with you. My life is perfect  I have to date someone that will bring Me more likes on my social media accounts. My life is perfect  When I die, they will attend my funeral  To wear black and take a good pictures. My life is perfect  When I commit suicide, they would mourn me on their status More than real life.

While growing up as a child Mother always said, Look up . don't talk when a man speaks.  Feed your husband with good food. Give your husband your body when he asks  Because he owns it .  I thought love was suffering that I mistook a man's stupidity and pride for love.  Because I didn't know the meaning of love.  I thought love was me loosing myself to please him.  What in the world is love exactly?, isn't love sex and food ?. Until I went to the mirror soaked in my tears , beaten by the man that eats my food and touches me naked.  They say , The person you love is the reflection of yourself and the only person I could see in front of the mirror was me,my self and I , then I realized I forgot to love myself and people would only treat you in accordance to the way you treat yourself .  I was busy trying to make him love me back not realizing the fact that I didn't need him because my first true love was always here and I ...