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Let He Who Stole No Longer Steal

This painting was inspired by: Lauryn Hill (Mystery of Iniquity)
 and the last guy I dealt with
I  felt like our connection was 70%  on fleek and the 30% was the lack of growth from the situation . I mean 2 people don't go back and forth unless they really like each other and if it was just a fling there wouldn't be any reason for us to argue.  I told him that he was a brick wall because he didn't want to let anyone near his heart. The hurt he had felt in the past stopped him from wanting to  receive  love.....

NOW
I see he was the one who was stealing happiness from me and I can no longer let him do that to me! I am a loving, and devoted individual and I can not let anybody stop me from MAINTAING my inner peace. His hurt from the past is something that he should have dealt with before he got involved with someone and his pain is what caused him to put me through a whole lot of BS. 


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