[Frisbeetarian]

Being sexually abused renders you feable in front of your insecurities. It can alter the disscourse of your life. Its a stain, a horrifying undecaying mental stain, that will keep on pounding in your head, ever repeating the ever so dreadful and demoralizing words " you are cheap...you are cheap", it will spark a vicious cycle that will break your spirits and render you into an empty shell, macabre ridden. It is such a burden on ones conscience that one ceases to exist and just becomes a hidden proclamation of what the stain tells him to be; the unreal reality of ones self, the impact of being sexually abused.