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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