Hi my names samantha but most people call me sam or mantha. Im a bit random at times and i have a LOT of blonde moment, well i say a bit lol. I don't know what to put, i never do when putting things on profiles. Well, i love reading and i could read anything anywhere, anything from Romance to Horror,Humour to Tragedy,Fiction to Non-Fiction. Well, im 12 years old, i got to Morecambe High, but my best friends are at ripley and grammar, so i hardly see them :(, one of my best friends you may know her, she comes on here, shes called crown-daydreamer, she is one of the most amazing person i know, we have so much in common, sophie ILUSM(yn) bestfriends 4EVA ! x Email me if you want at: sammy-18.07.97@hotmail.co.uk love'you ;) Will keep people updated ;) Her name was Auroura Her dad was a drunk Her only friend She always talked to it Until her parents A bruise on her leg But she grabs her bear She sits in the corner Such a bad life Then one night Then her mom suddenly She thrusted the blade The mom walked out And again started crying Police showed up One officer slowly It must have been bad With her best friend in her arms I received this poem in an email. 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 make. My daddy so mad? I wish i were better I wish I weren't uggly Then maybe my mummy would still want to hug me i cant do a wrong icant 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 arent 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 charlies bar. i hear him curse. my name is called. i press myself. against the wall. i try to hide. from his evil eyes. im so afraid now. im starting to cry. he finds me weeping. calls me ugly words. he says it's my fault. he suffers at work. he slaps and hits me. and yells at me more. i finally get free. and 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 almost 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 an unimaginable shape. the hurt 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, and you can help. it sickens me to the soul. and if you read this and don't pass it on. i pray for your forgivness because you would have to be. one heartless person. to not be affected. by this poem. and because you are affected. do something about it. so all i ask you to do. is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!! |
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