Bring one of your abusers to mind. What do you think of when you think of them? Do you write love into your story with them?
Why are the abused so conformed to the notion that love exists somewhere in the abuse?

A Prisoner By No Crime of My Own
Rape. Incest. Murder. Then, I turned four. Storytelling for the brokenhearted.
Bring one of your abusers to mind. What do you think of when you think of them? Do you write love into your story with them?
Why are the abused so conformed to the notion that love exists somewhere in the abuse?
I have the courage to tell my story to help others embrace theirs. View more posts
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