Climb, don’t stop!

Once outside of the wall within I had to continue. Climb little me, find little me, cry little me, love little me, fight for little me.

“He” can not hurt me more. I made it to the top and am breaking free. “He” who was to shape my world safely, be tender and truthful; “He” was to be a good man, a responsible adult and father. “He” was not.

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