FREEDOM
Not once, not twice, not three times, but many more times than that I had to endure my broken heart, as it bled without refuge, but to let it bleed out. Jacob in the end did not work out, and yes he broke my heart, but it was me that ran away from him as soon as I realized that he was a manipulator. I jokingly called him a master manipulator, but that was when it dawned on me that he took pride in his manipulation, and I ran as quickly as I could, a trail of blood dropping from within my heart... Sign in to see full entry.