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Well i wanna say Dat its Not a Story But its a Saddy Story

Her dad was a drunk
Her mum 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 was 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 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 mum came home high
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by.
Then her mum suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she'd made.
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless piece of crap!"
The mum walked out
Leaving her 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 kid
Lying 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.

 

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