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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.































































































































There was once alittle girl named Chelsey Mcaun. She was killed in1933, by a homicidal maniac who buried her alive while chanting a satanic chant.Those were the words spoken, and now you have read them...Anyonewho reads the chant will meet this small child. In the middle of the night, she will be on your ceiling, as you sleep, she will suffacate you as she was suffacated.. Unless you send this to at least 20 people before tommorow, so she will leave you be. Some guy read those wor