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I Remember by Anonymous I remember 5 years old: hiding under the trailer steps. praying they wouldn’t find me again praying they wouldn’t try again to hurt me , to touch me to make me do those things to violate my innocence. I remember 11 years old: hiding in the closet, my face still stinging from Grandma's slaps, her words " trash, filthy slut" ringing in my ears and my sister crying and my Grandpa begging me to come out. I remember 13 years old: pushing my dresser against the door praying to God that daddy can't get in don't let him touch me don’t let him hurt me I remember razor blades and bleeding wrists and anger " I'll lock you up forever" and running with no place to go. I remember 17 years old: my sister screaming her ugly secret at me running away from her, again to nowhere screaming inside, vomiting by the roadside hating Daddy and crying bitter tears to wash away the filth, the disgust, the ugliness inside cringing away from him, screaming "I hate you" and "I wish you were dead" I remember; yes I do remember. Oh God , why can't I just forget. |
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