By October 8, 2019 No Comments

Her body was ran down, stunted in growth, sunken cheeks and hollow eyes. Her knees had given in and could no longer support her weight. She lay in the corner of the room caged. The four walls ensured she had nowhere to escape to.

She was used to the beatings she received from the jailor every day, yet she still prayed things would change someday. The jailor was triggered by mirrors or lingering stare from strangers.
All she wanted was to one day hear the three words she’d craved for her 9 years in captivity.

“You are beautiful – Self esteem”.


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