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The Monster Inside Your Head
I hear them talking telling what to do to stop the pain, reminding me
that I will never be as good as everyone else, will never be able to
do enough to become acceptable to others. I remember things to well
things like being excused from gym because I had bruises from the
bottom of my feet up to the top of my shoulders. You don't leave
marks on the face then people know, that is unacceptable. remember
what it felt like to have the one person I trusted get paid for me to
have sex with a man 35 years older than me when I was 11. how ...