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Nov 2019
Mother
was the first
to steal
my innocence

Death
will be my last
silent cry
to regain
my purity
Today was the first time I uttered the words child ****** abuse followed by the word mother. And the first time I cry in front of my therapist. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, but death will.
Najla
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Najla  21/Jeddah
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