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I grew up with my grandparents. My mom was around but she was 15 when she had me and only 17 when she had my sister so we lived in my grandparents basement. They were very controlling. They lived upstairs with my 2 uncles. One was 3 years older then me, the other 3 years younger. They were the actual children and made sure that we never forgot it. The basement was always freezing. In the summer it was nice to have a cooler place to go but in the winter it would get so cold there would be ice on
I was sexually assulted starting in 4th grade. I wrote this poem in 9th grade. I am 24 now but the events that happened back then still come to mind daily. I still can't bring myself to talk about it but I figured this would be a good place to start. Crying, Sobbing, and sorrow, It never helps for there is more tomorrow. My head is NUMB There’s no hope left. I have to keep trying, And trying my best. NUMB, WORRIED, SCARED, and CONFUSED, I want to give up and say Enough is enough. The worries an
