I was vulnerable and helpless, 
confused and afraid, 
hurt and betrayed, 
angry, very very 
angry all at the same time; 
I learned to hate, an all 
consuming, deep, aching kind 
of hate that only devoured me: 
No longer do I blame myself, 
nor am I shamed, I was 
innocent, and for a long time 
afterward I never really felt safe, 
But somehow I have surfaced 
not a victim, but a survivor...                
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