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I may have liked your post from my NSFT account, if it was an NSFW post I did. So - @hiddenwerewolfthoughts - go look at that instead.
But it also may have been from @cheapsoju too… please keep this in mind.
If it was a vent post or a post from other Trafficking victims, you’re here for this account
I’m a trafficking & csam survivor
This is mainly a vent&poetry page
Feel free to ask me anything.
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Do other trafficking victims/csam victims have nightmares of snakes? Idk why its snakes. Its always snakes. Idk why. I wanna know.
was this body ever mine to own?
It's so hard to feel like a person
I can never seek freedom for you can always hit replay on what happened.
I am sentenced to an eternity of torture, even if some way and somehow I went to heaven I’d still have bleeding wounds.
As being trapped between files is not a fate you can escape.
Even after the world ends I’ll be trapped unfinished and dead in an electronic hellscape.
I will always be a little girl, in your database.
I will always be pixels.
Never in my life have I ever been human.
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Tw/trafficking abuse mention std mention other stuff
I remember. My Mom. Is the one who trafficked me. And one time. I got crabs. And she made fun of me. To friends and family members. For ages. I was humiliated. I didn’t even understand what it meant really and I felt so gross. I still feel gross. I still feel that way. I don’t feel better yet. I need somebody to know. I can’t hold this all in my own body I need somebody else to hold it too. Please.
I couldn’t possibly believe in God because. He made everything, and he supposedly is omnipotent. So what, he knew I’d be trafficked and he sacrificed me in the name of free will? Supposedly he cannot stop it because, as aforementioned he created free will.
But he could take away free will at any point to save me and he didn’t. Either he has so much less control than people say, or he hates me. Cause a good being wouldn’t let this happen.
I’d never give that useless religion a second thought.
Idk if I like this poem, it took me like 20 minutes an I don’t typically rhyme much but I. Felt like it - God forbid.
I just wanted to share what I’m thinking abt so I can pick myself up an try to dust myself off.
As every day passes
I still dwindle in the past
My body is a new shape now
Yet the ones I died in still last
My fingerprints are covered
By the fingerprints of men
And my eyes look sharp
Yet I can’t see out of them.
They’re too busy looking, rewatching what happened.
You’re too busy looking
For the save file I’m in
I meet new people
Yet I wait for them to apprehend
To catch onto the crime
That left me like an abend
Left me less than a human
And stuck playing pretend
Abandoned me in a house
With cracks my mind can’t amend.
I try not to seem confused
But I tend to look apathetic
It wars on in my mind
The reason this happened is genetic
How can I erase a memory
That I never should have dawned on
Who am I meant to be if I do not know how to go on?
How do I kill myself
Yet tell everyone why I bleed?
If I wrote a long note will you remember how to read?
Will you post it online, for everyone to see?
Just like you did to me?
Need to be reminded that I'm a person
i never changed, i am still that little girl and i am so so scared and i miss him and everything is too much and i love them and im scared
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It left a pearl in my head
And I roll it around
Every night
Just to watch it glow
Every night, baby, that’s where I go.
Every inhale is catastrophic
Is the final rescue breath before my heart stops
Is the rope to yank me back, as I watch my life flash before my eyes and it burns my retinas.
Is the door to escape purgatory.
The fresh air of heaven aches my lungs
Maybe because I know I’m free now
Or maybe because I know I never will be
This burden will weigh on me, pushing the air out till I can lift it off and gasp at the final breaking second.
I don’t have the strength to get rid of it, so it will collapse back down and knock the wind out of me flat.
And I will fight for oxygen
And my vision will blur
And my brain will get foggy
Before I slip a finger under, then a hand, and I use all my strength to force it upwards.
And I will take a deep breath
The deepest
Biggest breath
So much oxygen will invade me that my chest will quiver
Before my tired arms give out
And I start over again
I wish I could write you. I don’t know what I’d say. Or who you are. Who I am. It all gets lost so easily.
How many birthdays have I missed?
How many more will I continue to?
I have 10 days
And with it, I will do nothing at all.
Have you guys seen the vinted discourse? Sometimes I don’t feel like the same species as non-trafficking victims
Like I know something I come from a planet they cannot comprehend
Idk what to say about it. I try to have a good day. The dumbest people alive can freely make posts about a subject I have yet to survive from.
I’m not sure I can consider myself a survivor cause, in the end this will kill me.
All the ways I can die, will surely in some sense be influenced by what happened.
So can I ever really make it out alive? If what happened burdens every cell in my body, then when they cease it will still be there to watch.
I can’t win.
Misinformation will still be spread
I just don’t wanna die knowing the vast majority doesn’t know better yet when I could try to tell them.
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being a child sex trafficking survivor online is just as lonely as irl.
it feels like the whole world is built to talk around us, about us, like it’s theory alone.
I love being a sexual person, having an nsft blog and being. The way I am
But sometimes
I feel like something creeps up and swallows me whole and I’m a little girl again, being watched by the people around me. This still isn’t my face, and someday I will tear it off.
This feeling goes away relatively quickly when I’m medicated but that leaves me no time to work through it, so I’m left with questions and no closure.
