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He kept me shut in his room when people were over because I was a whore and he didn't want me around his friends.
I’m not religious, but I am very spiritual. I believe in a goddess and I hope she will forgive me.
I'm a sophomore in college, an artist, a lover, a movie watcher and book lover.
I chatted with the doctor and surgical assistant the entire time, and didn't think about what was happening.
It was easy to get caught up in my anger at him. It was easier than thinking about the abortion and how painful that experience was.
We were to meet a driver at the New Yorker Hotel. The mystery man arrived and put us in a car.
The procedure was clinical and I was told to put it all behind me. But I still think of that child 25 years later...
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