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Dear bullies,

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. You know that girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on make-up hoping people will like her. That boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't, your life is probably not as harsh as theirs.

When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the drom so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.

Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

I went to a party,

And remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom,

So I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,

The way you said I would,

That I didn't drink and drive,

Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,

And your advice to me was right.

The party finally ended,

And the kids drove out of sight..

I got into my car,

Sure to get home in one piece.

I never knew what was coming, Mom,

Something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,

And I hear the policeman say,

The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mom, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,

As I try hard not to cry...

I can hear the paramedic say,

This girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,

While he was flying high.

Because he chose to drink and drive,

Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mom

Knowing that it ruins lives?

And now the pain is cutting me,

Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom

Tell daddy to be brave.

And when I go to heaven,

Put ' Mommy's Girl' on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,

That it's wrong to drink and drive.

Maybe if his parents had,

I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter,

Mom I'm getting really scared

These are my final moments,

And I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mom,

As I lie here and die..

I wish that I could say, 'I love you, Mom!'

So I love you and good-bye.

Re-Post if you are against Drunk Driving

WARNING: SAD STORY AHEAD. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE SAD.

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school

He told his friends that it was cool

And when he pulled the trigger back

It shot with a great crack

Mommy I was a good girl

I did what I was told

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But Mommy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye

I'm sorry Mommy I had to go, but Mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another

And all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mommy please tell Daddy that I love him very much

And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now

And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mommy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest

Mommy tell my teachers I won't show up for class

And never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mommy why'd it have to be me, no one deserves this

Mommy warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss

And Mommy tell the doctors I know they really did try

I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mommy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest

But Mommy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest

Mommy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mommy listen to me if you would

I wanted to go to college

I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy

On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married

I wanted to have a kid

I wanted to be an actress

Mommy I wanted to live

But Mommy I must go now

The time is getting late

Mommy tell my Chris

I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date

I love you Mommy I always have

I know you know it's true

Mommy all I wanted to say is "Mommy I love you"

In memory of the Columbian students that were lost

Please if you would

Pass this around

I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground

If you pass this on

Maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart

For the people that didn't get to say "Goodbye"

Now you have two choices:

1). Re-post and show you care

2). Ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart

END SAD STORY

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

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 it’s my fault

that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

and yells at me more,

I finally get free

and I run for 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 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!

And he finally stops

and heads for the door,

while I lay there motionless

sprawled on the floor...

My name is Sarah

and I am but three,

tonight my daddy

murdered me.

Re-Post if your against Child abuse

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 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,

" 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 hit and slapped

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 re-post this on your profile.