Concrete
Angel:
a child abuse story.
Preface
I sat there, suffering. My heart was
drumming in my chest, as the blood flowed from my face. My father
screamed, my tears meaning nothing to him. Daddy, I'm sorry.
Daddy, don't hurt me.
This is my life.
I am a victim.
Concrete Angel: a child abuse story. Preface I sat there, suffering.
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Jul 31, 2012 4:00pm
