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before and now

I stood there without any clothing to cover me I was naked the walls covered my fear. Jeremy sat and watched me. His face seemed to mimic the devil, and his smile ensured me…

my past

I can remember those lost days of abuse. Those days when I did not have a voice.... now I am alive, living, laughing and growing. It is that hot day in August that I will always remember…

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