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You were just a kid. That’s the first thing I need you to hear. You were not broken. You were not weak. You were innocent— and someone took advantage of that. You didn’t have the words for what was happening. You didn’t even know what lines could be crossed until someone stepped over them. You froze. You felt the shift. But you couldn’t name it. So you tucked it away deep enough to keep breathing. And that was not failure. That was survival. I know you blamed yourself. I know you wondered if you imagined it. If you let it happen. If being quiet made it real. But none of this was your fault. You were groomed to be unsure. You were made to question your gut. That confusion was not weakness— it was the smoke from someone else's fire. And now? Now you remember. And I am here, older, louder, with hands that only hold you gently. You are not ***** You are not broken. You are not what he did. You are still that girl with wonder in her chest. With light behind her fear. You survived in silence— but you do not have to stay there. I’ve got you now. We’re safe. And he can’t take anything else.
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 10:15 PM UTC
To the Girl Who Didn’t Know
You were just a kid. That’s the first thing I need you to hear. You were not broken. You were not weak. You were innocent— and someone took advantage of that. You didn’t have the words for what was happening. You didn’t even know what lines could be crossed until someone stepped over them. You froze. You felt the shift. But you couldn’t name it. So you tucked it away deep enough to keep breathing. And that was not failure. That was survival. I know you blamed yourself. I know you wondered if you imagined it. If you let it happen. If being quiet made it real. But none of this was your fault. You were groomed to be unsure. You were made to question your gut. That confusion was not weakness— it was the smoke from someone else's fire. And now? Now you remember. And I am here, older, louder, with hands that only hold you gently. You are not ***** You are not broken. You are not what he did. You are still that girl with wonder in her chest. With light behind her fear. You survived in silence— but you do not have to stay there. I’ve got you now. We’re safe. And he can’t take anything else.
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Tryingtobeseen
16/F/Canada
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 10:15 PM UTC
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