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The Child Inside Me
Even now,
I hear the small girl inside me,
the one who once opened her hands
to him without hesitation.
She trembles,
she hopes,
she longs for a father
who never arrived.
I want to tell her:
You are enough.
You always were.
And you will survive this again.
But even saying it aloud
feels like betrayal,
because she still wants him.
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