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- Author: Barbara Collins
- Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
- ISBN-10: 1662424655
- ISBN-13: 9781662424656
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.2 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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The Little Girl Who Was Searching, the title of the book, speaks volumes. I was just a little girl with no way out. If I turned left, I was abused. If I turned right, I was abused, and who cared and if they did? Nobody said a word. Every child wanted to be loved, not abused, and that's all I ever wanted. I wrestled with the title of this book for a while and decided this one fitted me just right. I was searching throughout childhood for a way out from all that abuse and trying to escape from the people that were supposed to love and protect me. But they didn't. All the hurt and madness that was building up inside of me, and I had no one to talk to or tell. Everything was just a cover-up. My smile was fake. My conversations were fake. As a little girl, I was crying and dying at the same time inside. I was searching. My head felt like at times it was spinning.
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- Author: Barbara Collins
- Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
- ISBN-10: 1662424655
- ISBN-13: 9781662424656
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.2 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
The Little Girl Who Was Searching, the title of the book, speaks volumes. I was just a little girl with no way out. If I turned left, I was abused. If I turned right, I was abused, and who cared and if they did? Nobody said a word. Every child wanted to be loved, not abused, and that's all I ever wanted. I wrestled with the title of this book for a while and decided this one fitted me just right. I was searching throughout childhood for a way out from all that abuse and trying to escape from the people that were supposed to love and protect me. But they didn't. All the hurt and madness that was building up inside of me, and I had no one to talk to or tell. Everything was just a cover-up. My smile was fake. My conversations were fake. As a little girl, I was crying and dying at the same time inside. I was searching. My head felt like at times it was spinning.
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