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ABUSED
I wonder what my life would be like without the constant pain without the hurtful memories, embarrassment and shame.
I wonder how I'd see the world Would the world seem brighter? Would I have a springy step? Would my load seem lighter?
I know that it was not my fault I know I'm not to blame that I was just a victim of a crime that has a name.
My eyes, they cry; my heart, it aches My mind, it is confused The words burn as I say them: Yes, I was abused.
midNYTE rose 7/31/98
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