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Sometimes when I’m alone I cry. The tears that come from my eyes  They are more bitter than unsweetened cocoa. I cry because I have a soft heart 
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?
Can you imagine? Being molested at the age of 10 Being beaten by a man you you barely knew at the age os 13 Can you imagine? Being pregnant by your step father at age of 16
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