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Name: Candace1452
Last Seen: Mon, 27 Jul 2015

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Personal Bio
Hi Everyone

I have reached my communication limit, my friend on here can reach me at my email:

I am not good at making profile so here goes.. I am a 17 year old, Christian, teenager and I enjoy reading, writing, and skating. I am the kind of person where, if you don't take the time to get to know me, you won't really know the real me. I am the kind of person who is really great at pretending that everything is alright in my life, even when I feel like my life is crashing is al around me. When someone asks me, "how has our day been?" I usually say "good" or "fine" unless I know them. I am new to magic and I do not know how to cast spells so please don't ask me.Also, I will not to force my religion down anyone's throat, as long as you don't try to force yours down mine:)!

Depression is the silent death because you wear a fake smile to hide the pain but deep inside you know that it's not working I mean who cares right only a true friend would know there are teens killing themselves because of this and if your with me share this on your profile

The girl you called a maggot her father was accused of murder. The boy you pushed today already has to always work for his family. The girl you hit is already beimg abused at home. The boy you punched in the hall today. Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today. She's a virgin. The boy you called lame. He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day. She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat. She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars. He fought for his country. The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying. You think you know them. Guess what? You don't.

~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 Im awake Im 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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