A beautiful poem that i recieved from a survivor she wrote at age 11, while being abused
The child with in has blood on her hands from banging on the door, no one will
listen no way out into her heart is tore.
like a rose cloaked in darkness by the snow, there is no understanding no love
to help her grow. once a beautiful leaf now crushed and falling to the ground at
the sound of her abusers command.
i wrote this when i was 11 years old...i am a survivor!
Hello, my name is Debbie Bunch. I am working to expose child sex abuse. please follow my journey and help me break the silence of child sex abuse
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