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08-29-2007, 11:52 AM
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#1 | | Father, save him
Joined: Mar 2007 Posts: 1,885
| *peoms* Please read *Near the door*
*he paused to stand*
*as he took his class ring*
*off her hand*
*all who were watching*
*did not speak*
*as a silent tear*
*ran down his cheek*
*and through his mind*
*the memories ran*
*of the moments they walked*
*and ran in the sand (hand and hand)*
*but now her eyes were so terribly cold*
*for he would never again*
*have her to hold*
*they watched in silence*
*as he bent near*
*and whispered the words..*....
*"I LOVE YOU" in her ear*
*he touched her face and started to cry*
*as he put on his ring and wanted to die*
*and just then the wind began to blow*
*as they lowered her casket*
*into the snow....*
*this is what happens*
*to man alive.....*
*when friends let friends....*
*drink and drive.*
~ This is a true story:
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,
"Please God, 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
And 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 piece of s***!"
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
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lying dead 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
Last edited by Gods*Armygirl; 08-30-2007 at 09:59 PM.
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08-29-2007, 04:44 PM
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#2 | | He wipes away my tears =(
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08-30-2007, 07:15 PM
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#3 | | Tony
Joined: May 2007 Posts: 293
| yeah i like it
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08-30-2007, 09:02 PM
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#4 | | Dude.
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| Ok, both of those made me cry. I really like them.
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08-30-2007, 09:30 PM
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#5 | | Father, save him
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| I know they're so sad.
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09-01-2007, 08:31 PM
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#6 | | Moderator
Joined: May 2007 Location: Waiting Posts: 3,960
| Wow 
They aren't about you, right
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