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9 is the day of my birth-

9 is when I arrived here on earth not knowing my complete worth-

9 years old possibly younger 6yrs. for sure I have been being molested by Harry next door-

9 years or more older, bigger, and stronger than me was he-

9 times or more he lied to me saying he loved me-

9 times or more I was told to keep it a secret-

9 times or more he said no one would understand-

9 times or more I was to remain quiet and not tell about this child and the man-

9 times or more I wondered a man was doing what he did the way he did-

9 Harry lied to this kid who trusted and believed in him, and his lies-

9 he said, no one must know, and he would wait one day to make me his wife-

9 times or more he said that one day we would wed-

9 times or more he would take me secretly to his bed-

9 times or more he would have his way-

9 times or more he would give me a quarter when he done cum and then send me on my way to play-

9 times or more how my 12 yrs old heart broke on his wedding day-

9 ways or more onward to self-destruction loathing myself I would take through the painful years-

9 or more ways as a woman the many men I would bed-

9 times or more no trust, only lust, no love given no love to give-

9 or more ways to smother the hellish hurt and soul killing pain-

9 times or more thinking that I was made only for men's pleasure and use thinking it is why I am here-

9 times or more I would not just say NO! plus it felt so good to have the attention that I could feel even though it was not real-

9 or more times I thought myself to be the slut and the low down hoe-

9 ways or more to hate myself more, my promiscuity grew ya know-

9 or more ways to deal with life struggling to vanquish the rotten mindset and to forgive myself-

9 times 6 plus a couple years older, spiritually wiser yet I be, so I have healed, and thank God I can forgive Harry for molesting me.