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	<title>Comments on: The Reflection of Two Little Girls</title>
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		<title>By: Beauty</title>
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		<dc:creator>Beauty</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 15:59:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well no wonder the dynamics at home are so triggering for you that you&#039;ve some misplaced anger going on. I find myself often doing the same thing, reacting emotionally as the little girl I used to be rather than the adult me who is no longer being abused.

It&#039;s hard to get beyond the guilt of &quot;I let him touch me with his filthy hands.&quot; Intellectually we may realize it&#039;s not our fault, but emotionally it&#039;s a different story. 

This sentence is just heartbreaking: &quot;Square in the eyes of this young man’s target I see the reflection of two little girls unsure of when to speak or stand still, uncertain, fearful, powerless.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well no wonder the dynamics at home are so triggering for you that you&#8217;ve some misplaced anger going on. I find myself often doing the same thing, reacting emotionally as the little girl I used to be rather than the adult me who is no longer being abused.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s hard to get beyond the guilt of &#8220;I let him touch me with his filthy hands.&#8221; Intellectually we may realize it&#8217;s not our fault, but emotionally it&#8217;s a different story. </p>
<p>This sentence is just heartbreaking: &#8220;Square in the eyes of this young man’s target I see the reflection of two little girls unsure of when to speak or stand still, uncertain, fearful, powerless.&#8221;</p>
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