The Little Girl, by LaShawnna
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She sits in her room, and she cries because she knows daddy
will be in soon. He'll hurt her till he's satisfied with
what he has done to her.Then mommy will come home drunk, and
she'll beat the little girl to bloody pulp.She had to think
quick because she heard daddy calling for her. She grabs the
gun on her night stand, and she puts it to her head.Then all
goes silent as she pulls the trigger.All the pain, and
misery is gone, its over. No more pain no more little girl.
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Posted: 2005-10-30 15:31:53 UTC |
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