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My fear


I was always a happy girl, always loved to play with my brothers and people always called me smillie, i growup in a small town where everything was kept close and what happen to me was kept a secret by my granmother til the day she died. When i was 10 years old, even writing this im already crying… I am a 10 year old trusting this Pastor who at times stayed at our home and in such a small town you are really respected and lucky if you can host a men of God. Little did they know why he was so all happy to be staying with us. When i get this flashbacks it hurts so much and it pains that it has effected my life so much, i am so afraid to live my life cause now i have a daughter to look out for, and i am protecting her with everything i have.

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