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Please don't stop talking. Your voice is beautiful. By staying silent you let the bad guys win. I hope you speak, I hope you use your voice. I hope you can find strength and empowerment in speaking up.

Maybe you aren't okay right now, but sometime soon you will be, I promise. Don't give up.


I care what you have to say. Many people do. It is just a lie we tell ourselves.

I was raped too. The first step is talking about it, letting it out and realizing we aren't alone and that we can heal. That it wasn't our fault and we shouldn't be ashamed. I hear you, I see you and it's all going to be ok.

I hope whoever is reading this finds the strength and courage to talk about and deal with whatever demons are in your life.

 XOXO,
K
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