Sometimes we hold on to that hurt, imprisoning ourselves, asking: Will these people ever understand the pain I had to endure? It wasn’t anymore about what they have done, or will any person ever show remorse, but about the question: Will they know the hurt a small girl had to go through night after night, crying herself to sleep?
-Chimnese Davids
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