Why Me?
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Wed, Aug 23, 2017
Who remembers when their mother or father would tell you to stay away from strangers? I do but I was to dumb to remember that childhood warning. That's how HE got me,I remember the things that he would make me do. I remember the toys and games. I remember his cold touch and how I would cower away from it. As if Satan was touching me himself, as if my skin burned just from a simple stroke of his hand. And while going through that horrific time all I can think is "Why me?".
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