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He looked at her and smiled She looked at him in shock He continued to hurt her But she can not say stop Too many things going on Too many things to say Not a sound came out of her On the recliner as she lay At 10 years old In fourth grade She finally spoke out No longer wanting to be afraid A series of investigations And interviews galore They said there was no evidence But she didn't want to hear anymore Ten years later At 17 years old She sees him on facebook And her blood runs cold Panic runs through her And memories appear She constantly hurts herself With pieces of a broken mirror 23 years later At 30 years old She has a house and a family And the parts of her life begin to mold She is not who she was at 7 Or who she was at 17 Her trauma does not define her And she finally understands what life really means
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
The Dream I Have
He looked at her and smiled She looked at him in shock He continued to hurt her But she can not say stop Too many things going on Too many things to say Not a sound came out of her On the recliner as she lay At 10 years old In fourth grade She finally spoke out No longer wanting to be afraid A series of investigations And interviews galore They said there was no evidence But she didn't want to hear anymore Ten years later At 17 years old She sees him on facebook And her blood runs cold Panic runs through her And memories appear She constantly hurts herself With pieces of a broken mirror 23 years later At 30 years old She has a house and a family And the parts of her life begin to mold She is not who she was at 7 Or who she was at 17 Her trauma does not define her And she finally understands what life really means
trigger warning: trauma
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
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