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After the narcissist left me, he suggested I write poems. A poem would fix everything, right? (I wonder how many times he used that “I am a sensitive poet” crap to seduce other women?) Anyhow, being the obedient and broken vessel that he made me, I tried writing the poems. This is one of those moments when I feel so grateful for blogging. I am about to put my private shame in the public arena and turn the tables on the narcissist. He did not destroy me and I feel no embarrassment whatsoever for loving him. I was created for loving