| My name is Sandra and I was abused by my father for as long as I can remember until I left home at 18. My father was a preacher. I became very self destructive, and even became a prostitute, a profession he suggested to me when I was 16. Crazy. Well like all of us I have good days and bad, more bad than good unfortunately. But I’m married to a wonderful man now who supports me most of the time, though he has his own battles to fight, and sometimes we clash. I wrote this poem during one of the worst times I’ve had in the last 2 years, and couldn’t believe that the little girl I once was is still inside crying. It really took me by surprise. I thought I’d share it. I really enjoyed reading on your site, thankyou - Sandra
Looky here
well looky here its lucky me i wrap up tight around my toes lets see what you have there floating above the world below daddy loves you little girl it feels so good doesnt it honey but im so far away up high my tummy hurts mom i saw you sleeping all alone out of water out of bed now close your eyes and go to sleep
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