AbusedChildren
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"Let it go, forget it, it's over."
That's all I ever hear, little do they know it's deeper than it appears.
We moved away six years ago, March 1st 2011, was the best day of the year.
Here I am present,
the tiny infats who die,
from unfit "Parents".
Here I am the Light,
the Savior for the abused,
so many children.
Who am I, you ask?
ABUSED SURVIVER
Balling your fist
Just hoping you missed
Every single throw.
But then agian
Oh, there you go
With every blow.
Just knocking me down
Smacking me around
So you want to get to know me? You sure? The real me? Well my name is Tazjona and I am 17. I grew up with a man that wasn't my daddy. He lived with us cause he loved my mommy. But then i got older and then he raped me.
