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Walking down the street with so many of the years behind..

Sights, sounds, and places reminding meof where I once was..

Not sure what way to turn..

Should I run and hide?

Should I turn and tell?

Not knowing what to do..

I allow myself to hide deep down inside..

Not wanting to face what I feel..

Not wanting to see what I see..

Afraid to share my thoughts..

Afraid what people will say..

Will they believe me?

Will they run away?

How will they react?

Seeing things that happend so long ago in my head..

As if its happening right now..

Seeing the abuse..

Everything that was around me..

Hearing the voices of negativity..

Why want they stop..

Not wanting to see or hear them any longer..

Wanting to instead feel the love and hope I never could..