Frisma10

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Joined: February 2, 2020
Last Seen: 4 years
Birthday: June 10
user id: 402179
Location: Indonesia
Gender: F

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When I grow up,
I want a son first, then a daughter;
So my son would beat up any boy that makes my little girl cry.♥

Based on psychologic study,
 
a crush only lasts for a maximum of 4 months. If it exceeds, you are already in
love.

 

 Long but worth while...i promise

 Her name was Abby
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive


Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic


Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair


She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound


Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore


A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?


But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die


She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "


Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did


Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by


Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made


She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "


The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying


Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse


One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor


It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms


Press the <3 if your against Child ABUSE


 

when i'm in the car
and a sad song comes on the radio, i stare out the window and act like i'm in a movie


W
hat is wrong with you?

How dare you make fun of someone for something they can't control?

She has acne. -  Do you think she chose to have red spots all over her face?
Her nose is big. - Who cares? Is she supposed to get plastic surgery? Hmm?
She has crooked teeth. - I've never met someone who got braces just for fun.
She wears glasses. - Do you think people like being half-blind? They don't.
Her hair is frizzy. - Some people don't like frying their hair w/ a straightener.
She's not a size 0. - Oh, I'm sorry that some of us aren't afraid to eat cookies.



I
mperfection  i beautiful.

When guys get jealous
it's kinda cute (':

When girls get jealous
World war III is about to start.
 


We met in kindergarten. We were best friends.

She always told me she loved my eyes. I didn't quite know why.

I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it.

She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny.

We'd be talking about nothing, and she'd turn to me and whisper,

"I like your eyes."

One day, I was playing basketball,

waiting for her to drive over to my house to have a game with me.

Suddenly, I got a phone call.

It was her mom. She was in a panic.

I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. It sounded like,

"Aaron, come quick! Kelsey, accident, Main Street! Blood. Come now!"

I had no clue what happened,

so I ran to Main Street with my basketball shorts and a tee shirt on.

I saw Kelsey's mom helplessly crying, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

I saw a totaled car, blood everywhere.


Then I saw her, Kelsey.


My heart stopped as I frantically ran over to her.

"Kelsey? Kelsey!" She was unconscious. I started crying.

I know it isn't very manly, but I couldn't help it.

Before I could say anymore, the medics took her away,

the main source of blood coming from her head.

I went to the hospital that night,


I went every night.


in fact, the only time I left was to go out to eat, but that's it.

The doctors tried getting me to leave, but I refused.

It was all my fault.

If it wasn't for me, wanting to play basketball with her,

she wouldn't be going through this.

It was already four days, and she hasn't woken up.

On the fifth day, I saw her eyes gently open.

"Kelsey?" I called.

She wasn't quite awake yet.

Suddenly, doctors came rushing in, telling me I had to wait outside.

I did, for a few hours.

One of the doctors finally came out saying,

"I understand that you're Kelsey's friend, Aaron?"

"Yes," I whispered.

He bit his lip.

"She woke up, she's fine,

but I'm afraid she has long term memory loss."


"Are you serious?" I almost shouted.

"I'm afraid so."

I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't.

I wasn't going to say anything, so he spoke again.

"You can go see her if you want,

but she doesn't remember anything, not even her mom."


I walked in, trembling in horror.

I saw her. She looked helpless as she slept.

I waited a few hours, until I saw her eyes opening gently again.

I expected doctors to run in, rushing me out.

Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes, and whispered,


"I don't know you, but I like your eyes."