Blown Place To Place By Sociopaths
The winds of wicked experience blew her from place to place.
Blew her up and down ditches and alleys, but never blew her apart.
She retained her goodness, although there was dissention and division.
Among her personalities, due to the abuse she had suffered.
We did not know her in younger days but heard some of the stories.
I am amazed that she held herself together as well as she did.
She was blown from place to place by several abusive sociopaths.
Thank goodness her goodness was not destroyed in the process.
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