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OEHELLOFABUTLER Report | 10/10/2008 7:11 pm

DON'T READ THIS PLZ!! I BEG OF YOU!!!







































































my name is sarah,



































i am but three, 



































my eyes are swollen,



































i cannot see,



































i must be stupid, 



































i must be sad, 



































what else could have made, 



































my daddy so mad?



































i wish i was better 



































i wish i were'nt 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'm awake 



































i'm all alone, 



































The house is dark my folks aren't home.



































when my mommy does come home



































I'll try to be nice



































so maybe I'll just get



































one whipping tonight



































don't make a sound!



































i just heard a car,



































my daddy is back



































from charlies bar



































i hear him curse



































my name he calls



































as i press myself



































against the walls



































I try to 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 sufers at work



































he slaps me and hits me



































and yells at me more



































I finally get free



































and i run for the door



































hes already locked it



































and i started 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 now's much 2 late



































his face has been twisted



































into unmanigable 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.















































































































































anyone who reads this will meet the small child.in the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling, 



































in the middle of the night she will suffocate you as...as... she was suffocated. unless you send this 



































to twenty people before tommorow... so she will leave you.

The Heavens Knight Report | 09/30/2008 11:41 am

happy birthday