Being there for someone who is going through the same thing I am is incredibly difficult. I have to convince her that it wasn't her fault, even though I can't fully convince myself that it wasn't mine. She said, "But I knew what was happening, and I let it happen." I did the same thing. I have to hold back tears while I wipe hers away. It shouldn't hurt anymore; I got justice. So why does it still hurt? Because I didn't want justice, I wanted it all to go away. I wanted my family back. Sometimes, I wish I could lie and say I made it all up, just to hear my aunt tell me she loves me. I miss my aunt; I miss her so much.
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