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he told me he loved me, for 2 years I believed him. the bruises covered with dark sunglasses, and the make up covering the cuts. I can't handle it. I can't hide them anymore, The next day, always like every other day. The flowers to make up for the bruises I would have to hide at work, again. im sick of this. I wake up two extra hours early to try and make them less noticeable. But i have run out of concealer and color corrector. I guess ill have to wear sunglasses then. I look down at my wrists and see the red and bruising around them. Long sleeves will have to work today.