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Hinter verschlossenen Türen

by Conny H.

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Sie nannten es ein Ritual, doch es war Gewalt. Sie nannten es ein Geheimnis, doch es war Verrat. Sie nahmen meinen Körper, mein Vertrauen, meine Zeit. Sie machten aus der Kindheit einen Ort voll Dunkelheit. Sie lehrten mich zu schweigen, zu lächeln, wenn ich schrie. Und wenn ich heute davon spreche, fragt man: „Gab es das wirklich?“ Ich habe überlebt, was niemand sehen wollte. Und trage die Erinnerung an das, was niemals sein sollte.

Conny H.

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