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Daddy...Its hurts

jag fick denna via facebook,och jag ville inte läsa det,men gjorde det
endå....och det gjrode så ont...så otroligt ont...
det stog man skulle dela med sig detta eftersom det är verklighet,
det är saker som händer der ute...det är lite vi kan göra åt det,men ser man något
barn som lider,så gör något..
ni hjälper just det barnet då til en bättre framtid,
och intem inst,ni minns....ni gjorde nått bra.

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 sh ape.

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.
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Kommentarer - (Snittbetyg: 5)
- 12 jul 11 - 22:54
Hello.
My name is Mis loveth ,i went through your profile to day and i wish to continue relationship with you if nature will permit we have a long way to go.
to tell you more about myself and including some pictures of myself too. I will like you to get back to me through my private email (lovethowo@yahoo.com)
Thanks,
Loveth
solnea - 7 dec 09 - 19:28
så sorglig
Ungstoltmamma - 27 okt 09 - 00:08
:'(
Papa_Noel - 23 okt 09 - 02:11- Betyg:
jag har också fått den, den gör så sjukt ont att läsa, som om man själv blir drop-kicked i magen.

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22 okt 09 - 22:28
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