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She’s standing in a corner, her hands behind her back. Her eyes are in the right place, wishing they were not. The temperature begins to rise, She feels her face get warm. The screams, the yells, the angry

Let me go back, Let me remember. I want to feel the agonizing pain; I want to vanish into darkness; I want to drown into my yesterdays. So, Let me go back, Let me remember. There was a time when I had

What has it taken for me to survive? What has it taken for her to survive? It has taken her talents, her knowledge, her self-esteem. The isolation has overpowered her. Sometimes she is okay, but then the