'2018' 'Abuse' 'toxic relationships’ 'recovery' 'rape

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I never had the chanceTo ever voice out my painHence I had to danceWith it in the rain.For so many years I lived life knowing thatMy pride had been taken away from me forcefullyAnd in knowing this I lived my lifeConstantly blaming myself When it w
Wet leather reminds me this- Being born in country of rain supposes  That your first kiss Will be in a wet clothes  Under that bridge  With no doors closed. Being born in the country of rain means 
To My Mother Momma he beats me. What do you want for dinner? Leftovers sound fine.   To My Rapist Bruises are bone deep, Your name is burned on my skin,
fears spread far and wide personal fears are ones we cannot hide   my fear was relationships  
She cries in pain all alone, no one knows what she goes through each day. She wakes to screams, her own you see. The haunting memories of his hands against her skin;
Sprawling on the cold harsh floor Surrounded by broken glass Covered in cuts and bruises Weeping silently Wishing for someone Something To come save me He stands over me  Staring down at me with scorn He grabs my hair And drags me through the hous
She never said no... when you tied her down in those blue silk ties She did not say yes when you grabbed her thigh and slammed into her small body She whimpered
Your tiny hands in your father's palms you know he will never let go You can never doubt a father's love Until another man takes your hand  Until another man tell you they are not liek the rest
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