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95% of teens would panic if Edward Cullen was on a 250 foot building about to jump. Copy this if you are one of the 5% who brought popcorn, a chair, and shouted "DO A FLIP!"

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Yes! Got my Winter Rose, Thank you to everyone who helped*(:

One day I'm gonna find someone that loves me for me. A guy whos gonna love me unconditionally. A guy who will treat me right. All I need to do now, is to find the one that I love back <3

My gaia little sister

my gaia mom

a post 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 mady 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 trows me against the hard wall. I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken. And my daddy continous with more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!" I scream. But it's now much too late. His face has been twisted into an imaginable 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 seen evil but I'm not. And if you read this and don't pass it on. I pray for your forgiveness. Because 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 peom do something about it. So I ask all of you to do this. Please pass this message on IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!

MONTH ONE: Mommy, I am only 4 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. MONTH TWO: Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though. It is so nice and warm in here. MONTH THREE: You know what, Mommy? I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad, too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. MONTH FOUR: Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it, too. MONTH FIVE: You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby, Mommy... your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion? MONTH SIX: I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! MONTH SEVEN: Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus' arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me, Mommy? EVERY ABORTION IS JUST... One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. If you're against abortion, put this in your profile