Lonely in the dead of night, Painful memories I begin to fight, Shadows forming on the wall, One shadow I fear most of all. The shadow is a haunting sight, My heart is racing and I long for light. Engulfing me in his warped evil way, ‘Come play with me’, I hear him say. His … Continue reading »
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How Sexual Abuse Changed Me…
“The first time it happened, I was eight years old. Up until that summer, my dad had been my hero. I worshiped the ground he walked on! My dad could build anything, fix anything; there was nothing he couldn’t do-in my eyes, at least!”
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