RapeVictims
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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
