Someone can destroyed our mind, body and soul but never a person can destroy what we were born with. Love. Even ourself we can't. Sometime by being abuse in different ways, we don't want to love again. Don't want to get close to someone. Give our trust. Get hurt one more time. But still love will come to the surface. Sometime we are even so sad or so angry at that love we have inside us because we can't stop it form coming back over and over again. Being abuse can destroy childhood, who we are, our dreams, our trust, our tomorrows and a lot more but never the love we were born with. Love is our freedom, our strenght, our power, the one who will make us see the small beauty of this world that abuse had almost stolen from us.

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