Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

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 endure

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 cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? 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
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 pest!"

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

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

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying 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
If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If
you don't then you have no soul!!

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The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.

The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.

The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.".

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Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.

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A poem I am passing on about child abuse, I hope you pass it on too.
My name is Tiffany, 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 its 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 Tiffany, I am three,
Tonight my daddy, murdered me...
And you can help to stop this for others. If you read this and don’t pass it on I pray
for your forgiveness because you would have to be one heartless person to not be
effected by this poem and because you are effected, do something about it! So all I
ask you to do is pass this on! If you are against child abuse.

Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...

He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...

He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...

He had no army, yet kings feared him...

He won no military battles, yet he conquered the World...

He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...

He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today

Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us...

If you believe and God and Jesus Christ is His son...

Then copy and paste this into your profile

If you ignore him, in the Bible, Jesus says..

"If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my father in Heaven..."

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.