To The Child In Me
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Last published Sat, Jun 27, 2020
I spent my whole life thinking that my life was okay, and that the problem was in me, not my parents . But one day, when I got the chance to open my eyes on the blue sky, and see life on its true format... I couldn't get back to that cage...
Trigger warning : Physical child abuse
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