I met someone.
He reminded me of you.
And for a second,
I thought he just might be.
And he was.
For now I believe,
He may have deflated my hopes.
Just like you did.
And all along,
I thought now I was safe from you.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
Eight e-books regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive
narcissists and psychopaths, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
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