Your words of hatred whisper through the night to stab me through the heart like shards of ice. What is it I've done? "Nothing!" my mind cries to me... "It must have been something!" my heart cries in countenance. My only crime was of compassion. I grew to love you, that is true. It was you, or more aptly put your increasing mental abuse that made me go... It is true you never laid a hand on me. It was your jealouse accusations that really brought me down. I just need you to know... that after it all... I still only love you.
A.J. Downey
10-23-1998
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