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Member Info
Name: Rikaa
Birthday: Nov 10 1998
Location: outter space
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Mon, 25 Feb 2013

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending"

-Maria Robinson

I have little to no expirence with magic my grandmother scared me into not pursueing something that made me feel calm and collect. i have had a lot of weird experiences like i have a dream and a few days later everything in my dream happens it has happened over 8 to 9 times. but i am nice,good,polite,and shy at times.

Most of you would freak out if you saw Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brothers preparing to jump off a tall building. lets see the 5% of you who would grab a chair, get some popcorn and yell "JUMP". Post this if you are one person who would do that.

My name is Chris

I am 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 do a wrong

I can?t speak at all

Or else I?m locked up

All 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 and be nice,

So maybe I?ll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie?s bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I?m so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says it?s my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to 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 it?s now much too late.

His face has been twisted

Into an unimaginable shape.

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 Chris

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

Post if your against child abuse


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