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That Little Girl

That Little Girl Born into a world where the people she would come to love Would be the people who would hurt her the most Always hoping for their love, approval and care Never giving up on her dream that someday she would get just that Hanging on to the memories of the few times when she did. A sex slave to her own father Every day wanting to die Yet fighting to survive Pouring her heart out Not getting anything in return Crying on the inside while pasting a smile on the outside Feeling the grief and relief After her father pases away Then feeling guilty, ashamed and confused For feeling any relief and why Not even wanting to believe one of the people, she loved the most Had hurt her and then abandoned her That is how she felt Going to school and pasting a smile on Being funny one day Mean the next Never knowing how she should be Always doing her best to hide The pain inside Surrounding herself with friends Keeping them at a distance Not really letting them in If they were just using her that was okay Being popular was all that mattered Even if it compromised who she really was On The Inside Trying to please everyone While never pleasing her Thinking food was the enemy She never felt skinny enough Not eating, vomiting when she did Starvation became a way of life Little did she know she would have to fight it the rest of her life That was her life That was her world Until someone came along Showed her it did not have to be She could get better if she tried With a lot of work Determination And a long road still to go Always trying to focus on the light at the end of every tunnel She has come such a long way Now That Little Girl Has turned into Me By: Jean Shular

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Date: 9/20/2009 9:04:00 PM
Wow! That was powerful! I honor your strength.
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