Its later than you think

I'm with her. When I think back, I think that I could have left, I could have told someone, I could have stopped justifying to myself. Now, even, when I fight with someone I cringe, I am afraid. I logically know that noone is going to belt me but if someone tries to touch me when we are arguing, I duck. Thats eight years ago. In my head, his actions are his. In my deepest beliefs, somehow, I caused it.

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