At about midnight, I was rubbing the center-point of my tightened chest. Sleep fled from my panick-stricken soul. Fears crowded into my short memory and choked my mind, leaving me gasping for breath. The plausibility of a dark welcome from my eager listeners beholding me in rapt attention left me paralysed for about a week. For the first time in my life, I was about to share my story of abuse to a large audience.
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