I was vulnerable and helpless,
confused and afraid,
hurt and betrayed,
angry, very very
angry all at the same time;
I learned to hate, an all
consuming, deep, aching kind
of hate that only devoured me:
No longer do I blame myself,
nor am I shamed, I was
innocent, and for a long time
afterward I never really felt safe,
But somehow I have surfaced
not a victim, but a survivor...
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