I WAS IN SUCH A ERRATIC STATE THAT MY HEAD WASN'T SCREWED ON RIGHT, SINCE THE TENDER AGE OF 6 I HAD TO LEARN TO MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY FIGHT... MR. MOLESTER HIM SELF WASN'T NO OLDER THAN 12, BUT IT STILL DIDN'T STOP MY PAIN AND RAGE FROM CONTINUOUSLY STARTING TO DWELL... I THINK I SHOULD SPILL MY GUTS BUT THEN AGAIN MAYBE NOT, SO I KEPT IT HIDDEN LIKE A SECRET CAUSE I WAS IN A STATE OF SHOCK... SUPPRESSED MEMORIES KEEPS ME FLYING CLOSER TO THE EDGE, I LOOK IN THAT TWO WAY MIRROR AND STILL SEE A GIRL WITH NO HEAD... A TENSIVE THERAPY MIXED WITH MY GRANDPARENTS MATERNAL LOVE, HELPED ME OVER COME FROM BEING A REAL TRUE THUG... I USE TO COMPROMISE MYSELF TO SELF INFLICTING PAIN, NOW I COUNT THE MANY BLESSINGS ON MY FINGERS AND THANK GOD FOR REAL TRUE CHANGE...
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Heavy write Poetess!!, Blessings!!!
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