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This is a story about me. I have never really written about me before usually I write fanfics or just crappy story's. But this is important.
Approximately 85,000 women and 12,000 men are raped in England and Wales each year. That is about 11 rapes per hour. Half a million people are sexually assaulted year in England and Wales. If my story can help just one of you, my job is done. If my story can help just one of you to talk out that's even better.
The cover is a picture of how I looked. I was just a child. I was 11/12 when this happened.
It's not your fault.
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