The Lilac Room
I often wondered how to start my story. How can I just say it plainly? My story is about crimes against children, which include rape, abuse, drugs, mind control, violence, stealing, lies, running from the law, homelessness, death and suicide. These are the words that I can use to tell about growing up being raped for so, so many years. I will explain about the dark spiral pit that a child can live in day after day. I will explain it to you from a child's point of view of the never-ending darkness that was my life. You may wonder why you never heard about my story before. Why it was not covered in the news. That's not because I didn't tell anyone when I was growing up. My story as you will see is long overdue. I tried many times to get someone's attention, but no one cared enough to understand the signs of my long abuse.
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