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The Child

There was a child that was mistreated, never got the love and support that she needed. A long road she had to travel a world of emotions she had to unravel. Her days were always filled with dread, always thinking she would rather be dead. Things got better when she went away, she's held all the nightmares tearfully at bay. Now the child is a woman with messed up emotions, not looking forward to the days just going through the motions. Help was there staring her in the face, support and family helped me find my place. Things are looking up and getting brighter, with support and a loving husband things are getting lighter. So to all out there in a deep dark place, there is hope and you can win the race.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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