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My name is James.
I need to let this out, somebody needs to know.
I was groomed by a man six years older than me for almost six years.
It started a month or two after I turned eleven.
I just got out.
I need to let this out, people need to know what He did to me.
He consumed so much of my life.
He tore me apart.
He convinced me that he loved me.
He isolated me, tried to make me need him above everyone else.
This is the story of us.
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