She was, raised by the monsters of her childhood years, and, she’d become, totally, attached, to those monsters who’d hurt her, she’d started, identifying with their ways, because she’d had to, for the sake, of survival…
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Raised by the monsters of her childhood years, those monsters, they’d, lurked around, wherever she went, and she’d started, looking over her shoulders constantly, and, she’s very, afraid. She’d become, scared, of her own shadows, even. Raised by the monsters of her childhood years, those monsters, they’d, hovered around her, talked down to her, belittled her, made her feel that she’s totally, worthless.
Raised by the monsters of her childhood years, she’d started believing, those words whispered by those monsters, and, as she grew older, she couldn’t, manage to, get OUT, from the nightmares of her childhood years.
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Raised by the monsters of her childhood years, that, was how she grew up, there’s, NO way she can, get out now. Raised by the monsters of her childhood years, she’d now, overcome, with her own fears of them, even as she grew up, she knew, in her head, that she shouldn’t BE afraid of those monsters, but, she still is………
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Life, the Obstacle Course 