he was supposed to protect me

my foster father would take twenties from his friends to let them feel under my shirt and touch under my skirt. he dressed me up like a doll in slutty clothes and made me turn so he could look at me. now I always keep myself covered, and I hate when anyone looks at me

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Published on October 20, 2015 13:14
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