I remember being scared to blink my small dry throbbing eye frightened to see what my pa would do. at night I used to sneak out to get away from my filthy home and father.the blistering cold felt like my lims being torn off butt to get such freedom .it was so cold but I was so hot inside .one time on my 8 birthday my father was unnecessary angry and and told me I will never leave this house till I die. Did his normal beating and left to get drunk like all ways. I closed my eyes and imagend myself beautiful inside and out. The I hides a cold berth and when back in.

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beauty inside
DiversosHave you ever looked in the mirror and see everything but yourself.