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This is a story about a little girl that was abused. If you care at all, copy and paste this into your profile:

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 its 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 its 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. child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

Month One Mommy I am only 8 inches long but i have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time i hear it I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. Month Two Mommy today i learned how to suck my thumb. if you could see me you cold definitely tell that i am a baby. I'm no big enough to survive outside my home though it is so nice and warm in here. Month Three You know what Mommy I'm a boy!! I Hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and i cry with you even though you can't hear me. Month Four Mommy My hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine but i will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too. Month Five You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you He said that i'm not a baby I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, whats abortion? Month Six I can hear that doctor again I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! Help me! Month Seven Mommy I am okay I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy? Every abortion is just. One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried post this in your profile.

My name is Nora and I'm seventeen, I am on drugs and cannot clearly see. Because of this my grades in school have dropped. I am very drunk, Sometimes I'm beaten up by some street punk. There are so many rules i've tried not to break, But I am so drunk that I can't stand up straight. I am so drunk , Most of the time I cannot talk. Maybe if my parents trusted me, they would let me hold a car key. One night I was out walking around, But there was a sound and then I saw a man who didn't want me in town. The man was holding a gun, He was not as bright He was like a Earth without a sun. My name is Nora I am seventeen, and tonight a man murdered me.

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree

98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile.