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and they come back to me In dreams the reminders of what I've hidden inside They love to hurt me and make me cry. The reminders of my past I see the faces of the 12 who let that man go free. And the reminders torment my soul That running little girl is me Then there's always his face and his hands that caressed, and later turned to fists or rage The reminders of my bruises I toss and turn the whole night through trying to get away But I can't hide from the reminders For they are part of me. I hide behind a wall of smiles so that nobody could guess This confident young woman is a victim of the reminders so when you see me and I'm staring off in space dont' ask me what's wrong I'm probably being reminded. I'm not being cold I'm not pushing you away. You can't possibly understand My fear of the reminders. Mac like to be posted here, Mail me This site is where you can add your name to others who have survived childhood sexual abuseBreaking the Silence Comradery This site is where you can read other's stories of abuse and gain courage from them.Breaking the Silence Supported you through your trials inThe Rock of Support for all to see in The Wall Hope for Recovery who's only crime is trying to stay alive inNeal and Jesse of courage, tenasity, and ability to break the cycle against all odds in the amazing site called Ghostwolf 1-800-96-ABUSE |
