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Real 09/19/2018


When people hear about my past

They either think two things

Some look at me as a prostitute

But, that's not what really happenend

I was forced to do things I didn't want to do

Some look at me as a victim of human trafficking

And that is real

The situation and threat was real

The emotions and tears is real

I have memories that won't leave my mind

Their faces pop up in my dreams

Since then, nothing feels real

Nothing has been processed 

I can no longer function in society as a normal teenager

I now fear society and people as a whole

I trust no one

And that is real

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