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Just as a new born child in the winter months is dressed in a long flannel gown that is surely going to keep this precious baby warm. The mother did not view this child as precious. She thought of her as another burden that she could not bare. Her name is Sweet Pea because she was so small and sweet even though others did not think so.
Her tears are all that she can muster because she does not talk at this small age. The mother used her little body to masturbate herself with after she had nursed her at her breast. She cries out with tears that could fill an ocean. Her preciousness is taken away in that one short moment. The smells are so nauseating and if she could run she would but she is her mother's hostage. Agony is what you see in her eyes and how do you fathom this disgusting act performed over and over? Will it ever end? Now I must go away in the night because I cannot hide. Who can save her?
A time of internal uniting of the "little ones"