Many were abused by X.
X abused me.
I was abused by Whatshisname (he does not deserve a mention, a name was after all all he wanted).
Some things just rip your heart apart crawl in your chest until they turn your insides out.
It matters what is inside.
I am not lost yet and my heart may shine again.
I have a voice and Im allowed to use it.
Not this again. Not being crushed and constrained. I am a child of freedom and you wont rob me of my joy and cathexis.