Thirteen
Thirteen was the age that changes my life. living in Sin City with all those flashing
lights. With no man or father figure to raise me right. While my mother was no where
insight, and that man that touched me at night. No matter how much I would scream and
fight he still took that one thing from me that night. As I laid there and cried I felt
this empty pain inside. At that time I couldn’t decide weather to tell someone or run
and hide. Instead of running to hide I kept my pride alive. And now I have the drive to
keep my story alive.
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