abuse survivor.
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I walk across the street,
It’s not even dark.
Yet he comes closer, and closer,
He looks 30 and drunk.
I’m 13 and small.
Who will they blame?
Fear, a word that made me feel hopeless
A word that made me think my pain was endless
Fear for me was in the representation of a man
You never know your strength
You never know your worth
