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> My name is Chris
> >
> >I am but three,
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> >My eyes are swollen
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> >I cannot see,
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> >I must be stupid
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> >I must be bad,
> >
> >What else could have made
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> >My daddy so mad?
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> >I wish I were better
> >
> >I wish I weren't ugly,
> >
> >Then maybe my mommy
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> >Would still want to hug me.
> >
> >I cant do a wrong
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> >I cant speak at all
> >
> >Or else im locked up
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> >All day long.
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> >When im awake im all alone
> >
> >The house is dark
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> >My folks arent home
> >
> >When my mommy does come home
> >
> >I'll try and be nice,
> >
> >So maybe ill just get
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> >One whipping tonight.
> >
> >I just heard a car
> >
> >My daddy is back
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> >From Chariles bar.
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> >I hear him curse
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> >My name is called
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> >I press myself
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> >Against the wall
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> >I try to hide
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> >From his evil eyes
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> >Im so afraid now
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> >I'm starting to cry
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> >He finds me weeping
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> >Calls me ugly words,
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> >He says its my fault
> >
> >He suffers at work.
> >
> >He slaps and hits me
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> >And yells at me more,
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> >I finally get free
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> >And run to the door
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> >Hes already locked it
> >
> >And i start to bawl,
> >
> >He takes me and throws me
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> >Against the hard wall
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> >I fall to the floor
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> >With my bones nearly broken,
> >
> >And my daddy continues
> >
> >With more bad words spoken,
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> >"Im sorry!", I scream
> >
> >But its now much to late
> >
> >His face has been twisted
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> >Into a unimaginable shape
> >
> >The hurt and the pain
> >
> >Again and again
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> >O please God, have mercy!
> >
> >O please let it end!
> >
> >And he finally stops
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> >And heads for the door
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> >While i lay there motionless
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> >Sprawled on the floor
> >
> >My name is Chris
> >
> >I am three,
> >
> >Tonight my daddy
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> >Murdered me
> >
> >And you can help
> >
> >Sickens me to the soul,
> >
> >And if you read this
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> >and dont pass it on
> >
> >I pray for your forgivness
> >
> >
> >Because you would have to be
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> >One heartless person
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> >To not be effected
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> >By this Poem
> >
> >And because u r effected,
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> >Do something about it!
> >
> >So all i ask you to do
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> >Is pass this on!
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> >IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
> >
> >PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !!
REPOST THIS AS no kid should have to go through this
THERE WAS A BOY...WHO WAS 18
WHO HAD A CRUSH ON A GURL...
WHO WAS 15...
BUT HE DiDN'T kNOW WHAT TO DO...
SO HE SAiD...
SHOULD i TALK TO HER?...
OR...
SHOULD i JUST KiSS HER?...
BUT THEN HE DECiDED TO TALK TO HER...
AND SO THEY TALKED...
BOY - Hi
GURL - Hi
BOY - WHAT R U DOiN?
GURL - NOTHiN'
BOY - DO U HAVE A BOYFRiEND?
GURL - NO
BOY - DO U WANT ONE?
GURL - HE HAS TO BE NiCE AND SWEET AND NOT SHADY
BOY - DO U LiKE ME?
GURL - NOT REALLY
BOY - OHH...OK
GURL - ARE U MAD?
BOY - NO
GURL - OK
THEN HE LEFT...
AND WENT HOME...
AND FOUND A GUN iN HiS DADS DRAWER...
THEN BEFORE HE WANTED TO KILL HIMSELF HE SAiD...
"GOD LET ME DiE FAST AND EASY"...
THEN HE HEARD A VOiCE THAT SOUNDED LiKE GOD...
GOD - DON'T DO iT'S NOT WORTH iT!
BOY - YES iT iS SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME
GOD - YES SHE DOES
BOY DROPS THE GUN AND SAYS:
"HOW DO U KNOW?"
GOD - BECAUSE iM GOD
AND FADED AWAY...
BUT THE BOY DiD NOT BELiEVE iT...
SO HE PiCKED UP THE GUN AND...
HEARD A VOiCE AGAiN AND SAID:
"STOP LYiNG TO ME" AND SHOT THE GUN AT THE VOiCE...
BUT WHEN HE LOOKED HE SAW THE GURL OF HiS DREAMS DEAD...
HE HAD KiLLED THE GURL...
AND THE GURL HAD CAME TO HiS HOUSE TO TELL HiM THAT SHE WANTED TO GO OUT WiTH HiM...
AND HE SAiD:
"HOW...HOW...HOW COU...COUL....COULD...i , baby im sorry!"
AND THEN HiS DAD CAME iN AND ASKED "WHAT HAPPENED?"
AND THE BOY SAiD:
I...I...KiLLED...HER...
THEN THE BOY PiCKED UP THE GUN AND KiLLED HiMSELF...
iF U LOVE SOMEONE SO MUCH THAT U WOULD DiE FOR THEM REPOST THiS SAYiNG "baby I'm sorry" AND UR LOVE WiLL CALL U OR TALK TO U ONLiNE
More coming....