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I wish I was strong enough : (

☣TW☣
This might trigger some readers
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For as long as I could remember, I have called myself weak.

Weak for what he did to me.
Weak for not being able to stop him.

But how could I? When I was just ten.

How could he do that to a little girl? Sick things to a little girl.

That day gives me nightmares.
That day still makes me cry myself to sleep.
That day makes me still feel unsafe.

She wasn't strong enough to fight him or stop him from doing unwanted things to her. Hell! She was just a little girl and he was an old man, who didn't know what stop meant.

Now the girl have grown up. Her mind is crazy. He destroyed her. Everyday she thinks about life, asking herself questions.

Is it worth it?
Would someone be there to save her from ending it?
Would anyone miss her?
Will someone still love her after that day?

She didn't feel worthy. She never did. Not after what he did to her.

J.W