Everyday I find myself thinking about you . It’s not that I still miss you, I don’t. Not even in the slightest. Every single day I was in your captivity, I was your puppet at playtime, doing whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. You hurt me, mentally and physically, you manipulated me, you abused me, you broke me, and I let you. There were days where I wished you would die, Because that’s the only way I knew I could leave you. I thought this was love. I thought you were love. I was wrong, about a lot of things. But, so were you. I am not your puppet, I am not your doll, I am not yours to play with. I am not yours at all.