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I Am Alive
Why am I so different? Why does the world look at me as if I am broken and lost? Tragedy does not define me touched as a child now forced to wear the scars of my generational curse.Due to one man’s uncontrollable lust the world treats me as if though I am better off dead. trying to make it in this horrible world now with a child of my own to protect scared every day that she will be judged because I’m alive. so many different names for victims of family violence I could not stop his uncontrollable need to rape victimize or even beat, but yet I am treated as if though I am the one who actually committed the crime. Please don’t judge me. I’m just trying to stay alive. This is me. I am no different from you. I just wish you could only see.
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Cassandra Tamayo
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