As I sit on my bed I remember things done and said. You took what wasn't yours left me on the floor. O but you have no more power over me you see I'm no longer a victim I'm a survivor!!
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Author:
Mary clouser (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2022 15:47
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Short and firm, like a boxer's jab. Clear but mysterious. What did they take, how did you end up on the floor? Tell us more! The reader senses a strong sincere survivor whose voice has just begun to tell its tale.
Thank you. I'm working on another one that will tell more.
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