It all started when I was 6 years old I was not very intelligent at that time and I didn't know what I was doing. Or where I was but I knew it was wrong because every time my grandmother came back into the room I stopped but when she left I continued to lust my lips upon my family member to be specific my uncle. What is right and what is wrong did not apply to me no meaning applied to those words and no meaning applied to what I was doing. As I get older should I be ashamed to tell my story or should I forget like nothing has ever happened. Time can only tell how long I can keep these stories in but I must tell someone sooner not later.
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The Inhuman Stories of Elizabeth
Bí ẩn / Giật gânShe thinks the world is against her,everything is only heading downward for Elizabeth but the worst is yet to come when she moves to Woodsboro
