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If you are a survivor, please be careful in reading the information compiled here. It is impossible to give information on ritual abuse, and about people's opinions about ritual abuse, in a way that is not upsetting and/or triggering. Only you know how much is wise to read, and how much information you can absorb at one time.

Bren

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We are as a road map--cut into a puzzel
Some are major cities--some suburbs--and small towns
There are highways--linking us to one another
Like the arteries that run the blood--in and out of our bodies
The deeds have been done--they cut us into pieces
Now we are as a puzzel--where do we fit--where do we belong
We all interwine--but we are broken--separated--cut into isolation
Where do the pieces go--do they fit--do they belong
Some are pushed here--some there--but is that where they belong
Where do we belong--only a highway of blood keeping us together
There is nothing but pieces--pieces to a puzzel
They made us this way--pieces--pieces of a puzzel
Can we be put together--can we be a whole
We are cities--towns--and country roads
Can we ever be put together--become whole--actually belong?
We were little--just children--why did you hurt us and leave us in despair
We wanted you to love us--to hold us--to protect us--to care
Why did you wear those robes of blood--holding knives and shooting guns
Why did you make us do such horrible things--we wanted to run and run and run
We still see you--hear you--smell you--feel you
Why are you in us--please--we beg--leave us be
Your touches are like knives--they hurt--cutting so deep
We see the blood as it flows--drip by drip--then they sleep
You built those walls that kept us lost--unknowning to one another
Your evil spirit--your vicious remarks--constantly tearing our soul apart
You told us we could never speak--never love--never weep
You were wrong for we survived--we have talked and loved and cried
We wish you the distress that you so deserve
We have beaten you--you don't exist--you will no longer be heard
We will build up walls to keep you away
Your words--your touch--your influence--at bay
We are going to beat you--you will not win this war
We are beginning to know each other--no longer shutting the door
We are going to talk--your secrets to be revealed
You can no longer stop us--your power no longer real
May God forgive you--we don't think we can
We are becoming someone--despite the actions of your hand
We are out of the blackness--light is coming through
We have been given a gift--whose power is stronger than you

 

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