Beyond the little , past the closed off woman, the hidden adult and the dark but large heart is a child. The 5 year old girl who lost at a young age her innocents. Her childhood ripped from her the same way her virginity was. Today was a bad day, the kind of day where I’m her again I’m curlled behind the couch in the back room , shakeing in fear because when i go home I’ll be attacked, I’ll be misrabul and I’ll just want my dad. And ill want to go home which isn’t my home hasn’t been my home for a long time. Today I’m past little today im 5 again today i want to go home. Today was a bad day because today i could feel her, today i am powerless and today i just want to hide.
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