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Mar 2017
I can not help but think. Think of those days in which I had no choice. I had no choice in saying no, in saying stop. My voice didn't matter, it had no meaning. I was just a little girl when it all started. It began with the looks, then the dreams. It ended with the touch of those who meant no good and only harm. The dreams never disappeared but the faith in a man returned. We should not hide because the voice within us matters. Our voice matters.
Luna
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Luna
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