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from here.
You are not broken, beautiful child.
Nothing about you is wrong.
Other people have made their mistakes
on you.
But you survived.
You are whole.
You will heal, you will be
all you ever wanted.
You no longer remain
the victim of those years.
Your body is yours.
You can fill it with joy.
Your thoughts are in your control.
Your feelings are free as
the sound of chiming bells.
You are loved,
you are lovable
beautiful child.
You always were.
You are forgiven.
- Becky Birtha -
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I want to cry and I want it to matter to someone. I want someone to wish i was not sad anymore, and that i shouldn't cry anymore. It should have been my mother.