My name is Sarah, I am but 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 speak at all I can't do a wrong,
Or else I'm locked up All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone,
The house is dark, My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car,
My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse My name, he calls,
And I press myself Against the wall.
I try and hide From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping, He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,
I finally get free and run for the door.
He's already locked it, I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me against the 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 its now much too late,
His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain Again and again,
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
He finally stops And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah, I am but three,
Tonight my daddy, Murdered me!

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 was around.
She’d lay there and hug it
Not making a sound.
Until her parents unlock the door,
Some more and more pain she’d have to ignore
A bruise on her leg, A scar on her face,
Why was she in such a horrible place?
But she’d grab her bear and softly cry,
She loved her parents but they wanted her to die
She’d sit in the corner quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is my life always sinking?"
Such a bad life for a good little Kid
She’d get beaten and beaten for everything she did
Then one night, her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped while hours went by.
My name is Sarah, I am but three,
My parents never loved me, so now I am free.

Sorry if this story was so sad,
but child abuse happens, we know its bad
if you could do something to help stop the sadness
place this on your bebo and lets stop the madness

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though pretty expensive it has all the ingredients i need to make thermite... all prices USD
they have uranium, magnesium, mercury, all ingredients to make bombs and such... all in the interests of blowing stuf.... of science...

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