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Innocent smiles and laughs spread across the face of the child.
The child that had no idea what was coming for her.
What was in store for her.
What was destined to happen to her…
She was slowly led into a room, alone…
She was tricked.
Her vision was obstructed by the smooth material of the blindfold…as she was abused.
She walks out of the room, unaware of the magnitude of what just happened to her.
She was asked to keep it a secret.
To keep quiet.
To. Never. Tell. Anyone.
Ever.
She tries to move on…
Her smiles continue, though they were never just as wide.
Never just as innocent.
Never just as happy.
But her life must go on…
She doesn't get affected by this event…Until she grows older.
She grows older, and she makes a realization: she was abused.
Nausea takes over her whenever she thinks of the horrifying memory.
Her horrifying abuser.
Her horrifying life.
She finds happiness at one point, though she still carries around so much anger for her abuser…
So much anger… since her happiness was limited, in a way…
Her smiles could be so much wider.
So much happier.
So much more pure…
But her abuser holds her back.
She is glad that she found happiness with someone…
Someone who holds her together.
Someone who keeps her from breaking.
Crying.
Falling.
Dying.
She loves him with all that's left of her fragile heart.
Her fragile mind.
Her fragile life…