rewriting the past

she grew up not being able to say no

and this made her anxiety grow.

 

from a young age, she wanted to give people what they wanted and it wasn’t any different when he caressed her thigh and took what was left of her, 

for he was most horny when she was vulnerable. 

 

for so long she hated who she was and her insecurities ate her up quicker than any meal she’s ever had.

 

the pain and sadness is there and it always will be, but she is growing. 

 

growing like flowers in the spring.

she was always beautiful, despite being robbed of her youth. 

 

she has learned to cope, to the point where there is hope and that to her is growth. 

 

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