If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Molested

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Monday, November 5, 2007

Molested

She screamed but it was too late. She cried but no tears came. She threw a tantrum but no one could hear her now. She pulled her hair; she scratched her arms; she banged her head but she just couldn't get that dirty little girl out of her life. Sign in to see full entry.

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