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|never give up if you still wanna try, never wipe you tears if you still wanna cry, never settle for the answer if you still wanna know, never say you dont love him if you can let him go|
shee was onliee 5 years-old =<
This girl was only 5

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,
"Please God, 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
And the poor child was beaten
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 piece of s**t!



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



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



One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lieing dead 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



A child dies every day from child abuse.
And if you have an ounce of pity in you for Auroura (the little girl),
and you hate child abuse with a passion,
just repost this

if you dont repost this your a lazy, cold hearted person


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  • User Comments: [1]
    My mother just died and my fathers in the hospital. I don't what it's like to be beaten by my parents, but now I have to live with my Aunt who swats me, beats me, and makes my life harder. Though I go to school I do not have any friends. No one to comfort me and keep me together. I am also an only child which makes things harder. With no siblilings to support me, it almost feels like I have nothing left. And just like the poem, I have a little fox stuffed animal. I carry it around with me everyday. My Aunt thinks I'm a little baby carting it around, but I don't care. If one does not have a friend, then they can make one.

    comment love_pain_tears · Community Member · Fri Jul 06, 2007 @ 06:46pm
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