The Cycle Continues

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Round and round the cycle continues. His being and presence followed me. Place to place, country to country. The weight I was never able to get off my shoulders, the burden that clung desperately to me, the undying terror that followed me with each step I took. His musky sent that constantly lingered on me; no amount of time spent sobbing and scrubbing in the shower, ridded the scent and touch of him. The man that had etched my memories with his tall muscular build, scruffy red-head beard, and his callous hands. To the public he was a well off man – educated and wise; to my mother he was the replacement father figure in the household after the leaving of my father. Behind closed doors, unknown to the eyes of the public and my adoring mother he was my tormentor, my demon I never got rid of. This man entered my live when I first joined the boy scouts, he had happened to be my scouts leader. At my young naïve age he was the man I adored and admired, lucky for me I had happened to be the little boy he adored and admired. With the leaving of my father, my scout leader was the man who ta...

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