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Am I that lonely little girl feeling terribly, terribly sad because her trusted Father treated her so horribly bad? Or that troubled, lonely teen feeling so very ashamed. Afraid to tell anyone for fear she will be the one blamed. Or the woman I am now, from the past trying to flee. Of course the answer is that I am all three. Three victims in one trying to understand a Father`s abuse. Who wonders to herself, at times, "What is the use?" The memories of my abusive past have come clearly to my mind. Now all I really desire to do is to try and possibly find, The key, the key to unlock the unsolved mystery of me. Maybe then I will understand, So I can finally be really free. Free from all the years of anger, depression, and much strife that has been a very huge part of my past and present life. A life where at times I laugh and many times I may cry. Therefore, I am searching to find out "Who am I?" .
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