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IT'S TOXIC😈

 There lived a girl named Lara. She is a bird without wings who lived her life happily. Her parents gave her freedom to do everything. Unfortunately she fell for a guy named max. She is fully wrapped up with her illusion and became blind to his true character. Actually it's not  love, it's lust. Days moved, weeks rolled and months passed. Little by little she came to know about his true color. He is a man who don't care about her pain, who behaves rudely, who communicate badly, who won't understand her situation, who controls her, who don't know how to respect her, who is selfish, who always judge her. She do anything to the extreme for his sake, but he didn't even felt one thing. Everyday, he ill-treated her in front of others and he made her feel weak, exhausted and powerless. Day by day she started to realize that is a TOXIC relationship and that's hit her so hard.

There are people who bring you down by just being them. They need not do anything. – Malebo Sephodi

Yes of course it's toxic!!! A relationship becomes toxic when a well being is threatened  emotionally, psychology and even physically. When relationship runs bad, achievements become competition, respect become rudeness, trust become doubt, care become control, secure become insecure and love become lust. Totally it's toxic.



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