The best song I love 😃

A Ella sey dis still. Eleonor was laying here thinking about a tragick event. But she never saw it like that, because she loved the abuser really deeply. So to give this story any justise, I have to let her live again ok.Should lay here, listening to this and wait on her zeen.. Hihi, I get so happy of Reggae, so now I could tell you what I really felt like. I hope I can describe it, in order for you to understand it. Since it was a very nice even't, now remembering it. Most people just dismisses facts, without hearing the full story. So shut up and listen. (my life is the reason, for me expressing myself. As rude as I do). You know, I wish that you could have lived a month in my life. Because then you might understand something. It was one snowy and cold, winter month, in my little croft. The wind was blowing like crazy outside. We had just ate and I was standing, doing something. Then all of a sudden, my man, he got mad. (Like always on Benzoes, or something like that) I think I just lit the fire. But we had the light in the roof on. Whatever, he pushed me down on the floor and used his crutch. To beat me. He was furiouse. I remember laying there thinking. I thought that he might knock a tooth out. Also that he might give my face scars. And that my family could see the marks. So I decided like always, to just lay there, without resisting. Then he would go crazy and kill me for real. So I did not cry, I didn't make a sound. After he was done I went to my bed and he fell asleep on the coutch. I mean these things happened to me, maby 24 times a year, for over 5 years. You know, I did not feel sorry for myself at all. I choose to stay with him, because I felt really sorry for him. He felt pain, several times. Every hour, sometimes he would scream because it hurt that much. And I knew that I was so much stronger than him mentally. It was an experience I learned from. But I remember how I really felt trapped, when he locked both the outer and innerdoor. To his apartment. I mean say that I could manage to get away from him, but then it would take time for me to opened the doors. I was fed up, so many times. But this one time I sneeked and unlocked one door and when I just was about to opened the next one, he came towards me. he pulled the backpack and I fell to the ground. After that beating he spoke to his mom on the phone. As if nothing ever happened. While I was there all bruised up. Sometimes, the nabours called the cops, because they heard the beatings. But I didn't tell them, because even if I did, nothing changed. I promised God that I would help Ravi to get a better life and I saw it as trials, to see if I chickened out. But I passed the test and if anybody ever put a finger on me, you will not see me again. I don't care a who. No man frighten me. I would be fraid a mi if I was you. Neglected and beaten, here's your product.