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    dots Submission Name: I was molested.dots
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    Author: PopRocksRae
    ASL Info:    21/ F/ Heaven
    Elite Ratio:    2.49 - 232/369/355
    Words: 182
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 713
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       I want to release some anger built up. I know it's risky putting this much out there but I want to just let it go.


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    dotsI was molested.dots
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    I sit here crying
    years have past since then
    but I don't know how to grow
    All I know is how to bend.

    I watch my daughter sleep
    her faith in humanity is true
    I wonder if I ever felt that safe
    I know I did before I met you.

    You took my trust.
    You stole my innocence and youth.
    Why did it take so long for me to speak?
    Why I couldn't tell the truth?

    I hate you more than you could know.
    You pathetic excuse for a man.
    you ruined a child forever
    more than your tiny brain understands.

    I have nobody to talk to.
    nobody who gets what I'm feeling.
    All these memories keep fading
    and my mind keep on reeling.

    I don't know what's worse
    your face, your eyes and you
    the fact that I didn't stop it
    or fight what you used to do.

    Every wave comes crashing in
    I want to fight and to survive.
    You can keep your pity
    I have anger and I am alive.





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    First let me say this was extremely well done for being so pure of heart and hurt. There are no excuses or justification for the theft of ones innocents. Forgetting is not an option. Time is only a thick layered scar upon the wound. Which at any given moment can be as raw and in the now as when it was first inflicted.

    There is no pity here...just understanding. I have my on anger, my own flashing reels and after 35 years it still plays a huge part of who I am. All these years later I actually have come to use it on days when I need to stand tall.

    We're survivors and for that we must live life to the fullest.

    Peace be with you never stop seeking it

    Kelly
    | Posted on 2014-05-21 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]
      A great write indeed reflecting poignant feelings. You have to let this anguish go from your mind and do not drag this resentment in your bright and merry future. Good work.
    | Posted on 2014-04-21 00:00:00 | by Ramneet | [ Reply to This ]
      Very tough subject, but i think you nailed it. I know venting through ES may not seem like a great source of relief but i think this write truly shows your feelings perfectly. I have an ex gf who im still great friends with today and she went through the same thing. I know we cant change the past, but we can always change the future. And everythinf, with enough time, will become better. Hopefully you come to terms with this one day and just remember to stay positive and turn your sadness into joy becauase you can always leave your past behind, and build a new future with your daughter and family.

    Great write and hope things work out for you.
    Once again great job on such a touch subject.

    A New favourite,
    Kase
    | Posted on 2014-04-18 00:00:00 | by kase | [ Reply to This ]


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