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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