I was naive and I was hurt physically emotionally mentally over and over and did not know how to stop it. I thought I was the cause I was to blame. I couldn’t separate myself from the circumstance of abuse until one day it was almost too late. One last beating and God’s voice firmly guiding me to survive. I listened. I followed. I lived.
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