His trembling voice pierces the darkness, echoing the haunting journey of a fractured childhood, betrayed and scarred by the hands meant to protect. Each word carries the weight of unspeakable pain, etched in the flesh and deep within his soul. He recounts the memories of innocence shattered on a cold, unforgiving floor, the echoes of screams and the sting of leather haunting him still. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a flicker of hopeful defiance ignites within him, daring to ask the conflictual question of whether forgiveness could rewrite the script of his anguish or excuse the past and deepen the childhood trauma never to recover.
Blessings,
Daniel Henry Rodgers
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