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It is what has helped me survive all my life. I hide the true me, who I really am. She is scared, lonely, hurting, broken. She is a survivor of childhood sexual abuse,rape , physical abuse, emotional abuse, and verbal abuse. Monday, August 25, 2008. And this feeling is wonderful. I went out with my friend, Amy, last night.
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This is my journey through healing. The silent path that I have walked and the unknown path I am traveling. Under construction. Tuesday, March 11, 2008. There is another realization that I came to about a week ago yet have fought like hell against it. I was driving home from work one day; I had had a particularly stressful day, when I get stress the daunting of the past start to creep back in to the foreground of my mind. And then a thought of nowhere exploded inside my head. He hurt me! Wish I have this.CONTENT
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