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> My name is Chris

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> >I am three,

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> >My eyes are swollen

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> >I cannot see,

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> >I must be stupid

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> >I must be bad,

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> >What else could have made

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> >My daddy so mad?

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> >I wish I were better

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> >I wish I weren't ugly,

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> >Then maybe my mommy

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> >Would still want to hug me.

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> >I cant do a wrong

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> >I cant speak at all

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> >Or else im locked up

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> >All day long.

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> >When im awake im all alone

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> >The house is dark

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> >My folks arent home

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> >When my mommy does come home

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> >I'll try and be nice,

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> >So maybe ill just get

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> >One whipping tonight.

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> >I just heard a car

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> >My daddy is back

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> >From Chariles bar.

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> >I hear him curse

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> >My name is called

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> >I press myself

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> >Against the wall

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> >I try to hide

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> >From his evil eyes

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> >Im so afraid now

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> >I'm starting to cry

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> >He finds me weeping

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> >Calls me ugly words,

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> >He says its my fault

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> >He suffers at work.

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> >He slaps and hits me

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> >And yells at me more,

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> >I finally get free

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> >And run to the door

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> >Hes already locked it

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> >And i start to bawl,

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> >He takes me and throws me

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> >Against the hard wall

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> >I fall to the floor

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> >With my bones nearly broken,

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> >And my daddy continues

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> >With more bad words spoken,

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> >"Im sorry!", I scream

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> >But its now much to late

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> >His face has been twisted

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> >Into a unimaginable shape

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> >The hurt and the pain

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> >Again and again

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> >O please God, have mercy!

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> >O please let it end!

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> >And he finally stops

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> >And heads for the door

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> >While i lay there motionless

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> >Sprawled on the floor

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> >My name is Chris

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> >I am three,

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> >Tonight my daddy

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> >Murdered me

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> >And you can help

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> >Sickens me to the soul,

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> >And if you read this

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> >and dont pass it on

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> >I pray for your forgivness

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> >Because you would have to be

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> >One heartless person

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> >To not be effected