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A woman's hurt

    She never knew how it felt to have a good touch and be wanted for the right reasons.She was stained inside and out from all the hurt she had felt from the years passed.Whenever someone came close to show her kindness and show her the love that everyone searches for she would see all the abuse glisten through the scars on her flesh. How could one ever let another inside all that confusion that temple that should be treated with such care and appreciation was treated as nothing over and over and over again. Why should she believe that love really was something to want something to be valued when those who were placed in front of her to lead her in the path of happiness and enjoy the peace of mind that comes from being a child were the ones who placed each and every scar upon her body.She tried to keep a smile on her face despite it all but nothing could really cover it up or make it a thing of the past with each step she took on this path of life she was reminded of her fathers wrath when he would burn her flesh with the his force while using his belt as his weapon of choice.Nothing could ever prove to her that a man could ever possess a gentle touch as hurt was all she saw in each and every eye of a man she came in close contact with.

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