What happened to me may have changed me, but who I am today is someone I am proud to be. We are told that time will heal, but the body remembers all that we are encouraged to get over. To keep going is to live; to survive is to love — again. To heal is to remember, and in time, we can remember without the hurt. I did survive. And I'm living. You ruined me but I forgive you. I'll never forget that night. Pardon my French but fuck you.
With no love,
Rain.
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At Night
Short Storyan open letter to him. *TRIGGER WARNING* Contains material about child abuse/rape Read at your discretion
