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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
I remember back to the age of five his sneaking into my room at night love me touching, caressing, placing hands on me stealing the innocence from my soul help me I grew older, it didn't stop outrageous behavior no one would see leave me twisting of mind, body and soul shadows of anger, shame and hate killing me running away, from one to another drugs, alcohol, sex, out of control rescue me feeling like nothing, like slime, like a whore why did you do this? you were supposed to protect me
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