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jlindy96Member since Tue Oct 20, 2009 15:55:46 EDT Last login: Sat Nov 21, 2009 13:56:49 EST AIM SN: Quote Stats: 38 |
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i wonder what happens of you search google on google.com ?
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i dont even talk to you and your going around telling little kids that im mean and i smoke pot...well news flash bitch thats you !!
sorry venting =/
sorry venting =/
Daddy, It hurts!
OMG....Read this....It is so sad...I cryed...
This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU DON'T HAVE A SOUL!!!
My name is Chris, I am three, My eyes are swollen..I cannot see.
I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made, My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy, Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong, I can't speak at all, Or else I'm locked up, All day long.
When I'm awake, I'm all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get, One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car, My daddy is back, From Charlie's bar I hear him curse, My name is called, I press myself, Against the wall.
I try to hide, From his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping, Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault, He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me, And yells at me more, I finally get free, And run to the door.
He's already locked it, And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me, Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues, With more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!', I scream, But it's now much to late, His face has been twisted, Into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain, Again and again, O please God, have mercy! O please let it end!
And he finally stops, And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless, Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris, I am three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.
And you can help, Sickens me to the soul, If you read this, and don't pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness, You would have to be, One heartless person, Not to be affected, By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do, IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... it hurts' If you do not send this to everyone you know Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
At first I thought this was just a chain letter and I wasn't going to send it either, but now I realize that this is an important situation. At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!
OMG....Read this....It is so sad...I cryed...
This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU DON'T HAVE A SOUL!!!
My name is Chris, I am three, My eyes are swollen..I cannot see.
I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made, My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy, Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong, I can't speak at all, Or else I'm locked up, All day long.
When I'm awake, I'm all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get, One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car, My daddy is back, From Charlie's bar I hear him curse, My name is called, I press myself, Against the wall.
I try to hide, From his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping, Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault, He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me, And yells at me more, I finally get free, And run to the door.
He's already locked it, And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me, Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues, With more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!', I scream, But it's now much to late, His face has been twisted, Into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain, Again and again, O please God, have mercy! O please let it end!
And he finally stops, And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless, Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris, I am three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.
And you can help, Sickens me to the soul, If you read this, and don't pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness, You would have to be, One heartless person, Not to be affected, By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do, IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... it hurts' If you do not send this to everyone you know Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
At first I thought this was just a chain letter and I wasn't going to send it either, but now I realize that this is an important situation. At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!
has anyone ever noticed that in the song party in the usa it says
i put my hands up
they're playing my song
the butterflies fly away
nodding my head like yea
moving my hips like yea
she must look like a complete retard...
i put my hands up
they're playing my song
the butterflies fly away
nodding my head like yea
moving my hips like yea
she must look like a complete retard...
and no matter how hard it gets, keep going because you only fail when you give up.
i miss us..
i feel like we are fadeing apart
we still talk
but we dont have those deep convos anymore.
did i do something wrong ):
i feel like we are fadeing apart
we still talk
but we dont have those deep convos anymore.
did i do something wrong ):
Ü Ü Ü Ü Ü Ü Ü
im only this happy when im with him. <333
im only this happy when im with him. <333
its the way you make me laugh, when i dont even want to smile...
When I look At You. I see forgiveness. I see the truth. You love me for who I am. Like the stars Hold the moon. Right there where they belong. And I Know I'm Not Alone ... ♥
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