DAY 39

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Be Tough


I told you not to abuse me but you said I have to be tough. 

How tough you want me to be? Tough enough to hear that you think I'd rather be dead? 

I am not tough. I can be wounded and from that wound, I learn that I must never say the things that you said to me. 

I do not need to be unbreakable. 

Sometimes it is best to be broken. 

Sometimes it is better to know you can be torn into pieces. 

When I am torn apart, I collect my pieces with the vow I made that I would not treat my children the way you treat me. 

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