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Feb 2011
A soul bared,
not yet repaired,
heart broken,
expressed with
eloquence and dare.
Innocence stolen
by a villain
in the night.
Fear still a
haunting
companion
wondering
if it will ever
be right.

The future is
there for the
taking without
prejudice
it can be
bright.
no fear
of sweated
tormented dreams
shouting
in the night
just a peaceful
beginning waiting
for when the
time is
right.
I wrote this tonight in reply to reading someone's story about being sexuallyΒ Β abused by their father.

(c)andrewpenman2011
Written by
Andrew Penman
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