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How I’m Moving Past My Childhood Trauma

When he took my innocence, I was 8 years old. No, innocence in this case isn’t what you and so many others are thinking. Innocence, in my case, is my childhood. That carefree nature you have as a child, lust for as a teen, lose as an adult. The carefree attitude that sends you spiraling off a bike into a thorn bush, jumping on your bed until you almost hit the ceiling fan and eating as much junk as you want because tomorrow erases today.

My innocence was clouded by a man, whom I loved and was loved by in return. A man who helped raise me, shape me and name me. You give these adults your trust as a child, you give them yourself and pray to absolutely everything they will have and protect your back, and not break it with the never-relenting

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