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my friend Kati Wolfe made this awesome poem:
My name is Misty I am but three
My eyes are swollen I cannot see
I must not be loved for I am punished by cigarette burns
I must do right I can't do wrong
or else I'm locked up all day long
When I wake up I'm all alone
the house is dark my folks aren't home
Im really just an expensive joke
no more no less then speed or coke
Be quiet now! I hear the car
my dad is back from Charlie's Bar
I hear him curse my name he calls
I squeeze myself against the wall
on my bed its too late
his face is twisted into hate
I feel the pain again and again
Oh dear God please let it end
My name is Misty I am but three
last night my father murdered me....
STANDING OAVE!!!!!!!
i luvv her soo much
hehe
My name is Misty I am but three
My eyes are swollen I cannot see
I must not be loved for I am punished by cigarette burns
I must do right I can't do wrong
or else I'm locked up all day long
When I wake up I'm all alone
the house is dark my folks aren't home
Im really just an expensive joke
no more no less then speed or coke
Be quiet now! I hear the car
my dad is back from Charlie's Bar
I hear him curse my name he calls
I squeeze myself against the wall
on my bed its too late
his face is twisted into hate
I feel the pain again and again
Oh dear God please let it end
My name is Misty I am but three
last night my father murdered me....
STANDING OAVE!!!!!!!
i luvv her soo much
hehe