Journey of a rape victim
I died hard to live in possibilities, I died hard to be loved in just possibilities………walked a long way a dead soul, still being the one to try to be dwelling………… As I died hard to live in possibilities, for I was taught that I can be loved in just possibilities
And then I finally dared to be willfully trying with possibilities to make me alive in realities, not their’s but this time in my realities………….
And now I walk, with living up in my realities……….to be loving with my realities……….. I walk as a chosen pride, in my possibilities, for I wished to be willing to walk alive from those possibilities
I died hard to be alive in probabilities, I died hard to be a love from just possibilities, but not anymore
For now, I wish to be dying hard to love my realities, and no more to be choosing to be loved in just possibilities……………..for I won’t wish to be dying hard to live in possibilities, and I won’t wish to be dying hard to be a love of possibilities
Until they said, violated………… I was nothing less but a proud beautiful reality, a blossoming little morality
A propensity at choosing those realities, I was made not to believe to be able to have a willful choice aiming for realities…
For I died hard to be alive in probabilities, I died hard to be a love from just possibilities, but not anymore
Said her heart, the broken mended heart!!
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