There is a lot that goes behind my love for Marilyn. I feel that with every picture she is giving away a piece of herself. When she was a little girl she was raped and her foster parents didn't believe her. I feel like she never recovered from this. Every photo she seems to be begging for someone to save her from her helplessness. But she spent her life making herself vulnerable. I understand being trapped by defining yourself by something you have no respect for. I see a lost little girl every time I see a picture of Marilyn. And I see myself in this little girl.
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