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virginiae1f21961 Report | 01/22/2008 12:56 am

Kaylare Palmatier Report | 12/08/2007 10:04 pm

Her dad was 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,















"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**t!"















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















A child dies every day from child abuse.















And if you have an ounce of pity in you for Auroura (the little girl),















and you hate child abuse with a passion,















just repost this















if you dont repost this you're a lazy, cold hearted person















repost this saying: she was only 13