I remember
Your hands around my throat
Couldn’t fight you off
I was too little then
That’s when I learned
There is was no one
Coming for me
No knight in shining armor
No one was coming to stop their little prince
From wrapping his hands around my
Little princess throat.
Squeezing
Squeezing
Squeezing
I gasp
Would that be my last breath?
No one was coming for me.
I had to save myself.
-My first memory is violence


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