Last I recall love shouldn’t inflict physical pain. Love shouldn’t administer verbal corruption. Excuses will put on a show in hopes of earning a nomination for abuse…. and the award goes to…. the awful truth of extended chances in hopes of an unpromising tomorrow. There’s no room for abuse nor shall it inherit itself by the very being who practice the conscious of no remorse. Abuse, capable of confusion will smother you in apologies, showering you with decorable endowment till your guard of safety has fallen beneath forgiveness. Free yourself of abuse…. leave with no excuse.
– C.A. Thomas