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July 5, 2018

Today I sat in my car, listened to this song, and choked back tears.

“Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing
You would wind me down
I struggled on the ground, oh


So lost, the line had been crossed
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not talk
You held me down
I struggle to fly now, oh”

I was in an abusive relationship for three years. I lost myself in a way that is unfathomable to me now. I did things that I can’t comprehend doing now. I allowed things to happen to me that I would never stand for now. Forget the guy. The lack of self-respect, self-trust, and self-love I had is breathtakingly sad. 

“But there's a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, we cannot deny
Eats us alive, oh...

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