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H3r dad was a drunk, her mom was an addict, her parents kept ger locked in an attic...Her only friend was a little toy bear, worn out and had patces of hair. She always talked to it, When no one's around, She'd lay there and hug it; not a peep of sound...Until her parents unlocked the door, Some more and more pain she'd have to endure, A bruise on her leg a scar on her face, Why would be in such a horrible place? But she grabs her bear, and softly cries, She loves her parents, But they want her top 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 the hours went by, Then suddenly her mom grabbed for a blade, It was sharp and pointy; one she had made, She shuffed the knife right in her chest, "You deserve to die, it's for the best!" The mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dying, She grabbed her bear and again started crying. The police showed up at the tiny little house, Then quickly barged in everything quiet as a mouse, One officer slowly opened the door. To find the little girl dead on the floor...It must have been bad to go through so much harm, But atleast she died with her best friend in her arm....@ (h!l]) ])!3s 3v3ryd@y fr0m (h!l]) @bu$3 @tl3@$t c@r3 3n0ugh t0 m@k3 y0ur m@rk....

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