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“Places Times Weather All these drew up my mother inside my thoughts, Rain especially. Falling past the trees, each drop throwing replicas into the air. In the same manner my tears would fall from my face. And so I searched for her in my dreams. And watched her walk away from me in real life. The anger in her eyes and her coldness that was who she was, Yet she walked away from me in real life. I knew this in the diminishment of my life.. Because she had been the nourishment of my life.. I don’t know if I was the one who packed my bags and left... Or she was the one who left me. But thoughts of her began fading from my mind and I stopped looking for her in my dreams.”

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They Raped Me: So, Now What?

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