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Random First Lines:A memoir of three and a half years of various sorts of mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.
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I love the full moon, as I lay in bed one moon-filled night, loved lying there bathed in moon beams mellow glow, longed to be held by arms I love and know.
I felt tears of a long distant past, fill my eyes and heart.
I call it beam bathing.I had just moved away from everything I knew and loved,...