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A poem about child abuse. My name is Lucifer. 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 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 and my folks aren't home. When my mommy does come home i'll try and be nice. So maybe i'll get just one whipping tonight. I just heard a car. My daddy is back from Charlie's bar. I heard 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 start 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. O please god have mercy O please let it end. And he finally stops. And heads for the door. While I lay there motionless. Brawled on the floor. My name is lucifer. I am three. Tonight my daddy murdered me. Now I roam the underworld to help those in need. I may have seen evil but I'm not. And if you read this and don't pass it on. I pray for your forgiveness. Because you have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this poem. If my parents continued to beat me I will never know. But all of this just goes to show. If you copy this poem because you have nothing to do, the same thing that has happened to me could happen to you. And for you people who were affected by this poem do something about it. So I ask all of you to do this. Please pass this message on IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
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99&#xof; teenagers would cry if they saw Robert Patterson or whatever standing on top of a skyscraper about to jump. If you are the 1% sitting there with popcorn screaming "DO A BACKFLIP! You sparkling f*****t ", copy and paste this as signature