Crossing my arms tightly; I squeezed my shoulders until my knuckles turned white. I wasn’t going to cry. I wasn’t going to let him do this to me again. Breathe, Breathe, Breathe. I had to find the strength to fight him this time. I couldn’t let him hurt me anymore. I pulled back my shoulders, stood a little taller, lifted my chin, and then reached out my trembling hand to touch the ...
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