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My name is Alisha Renee Hall (Bio) so much to me about who I am and who my parents and bio family was is unknown....But I know who I am at this present time....Im a 17 year old girl who is determined to make something more of the life my parents started....Im going to make it one day!!! All my life I have raised everyone's kids around...including all my sisters and brothers and trust me theres a ton of them lol...
Im in FOSTER CARE....not yelling just stating...and I dont care that I am in foster care just wish things would go different...Im very lucky in some aspects....that I was taken yet I wish my mom wouldnt have chosen some man over me...but anyway I was adopted at age 8...but that was another abusive home....but o well I have been moved alot and met a bunch of wonderful friends....They my friends are my FAMILY!!! Not all family is in blood and my friends are the best.....I love them all anyway any questions just ask....
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CHILD ABUSE NEEDS TO STOP

my name is sarah I am only three,
My eyes are all swollen and 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 speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car
My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall.
I try and hide From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,
I finally get free And I run for 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 its now much too late
His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.
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 Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
we need to stop child abuse!
help support this and put this in your profile please

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If you would jump in front of a bullet for your girlfriend, boyfriend,
ex-girlfriend, ex-boyfriend, best friend, family member, or just a
person you love, repost this onto your page

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Yay I have a AP Family But IF Anyone Wants to join Let me Know
My AP Family
Little sis: angel of the dead
She's a really sweet girl...with such a great talent...she gets what
Im saying and thinking LOVE YA SIS
Big Sis: Hugs
Very understanding girl that I love and go to school with....she is always
there to listen even if I being a BEEPERS
Sister: Midnite wolf
Kewl girl with a Great talent For Writing Go check her stuff out
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Abortion is Bad !

Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. 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 girl !! 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!! No .
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Month Seven
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's 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.the littlest things make me laugh.
it's not hard to please me.
i'ma free-spirit. i'm strong and determined.
i love to look at the stars. i'm just a girl.
&& that's all i wanna be.
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~*~'Gold Wrapping Paper'~*~

I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too.

I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.


The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said,
'This is for you, Momma.

The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened
the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.

'Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something
inside the package?'

She had tears in her eyes and said, 'Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full.

The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold
box by her bed for all the years of her life.

Whenever she was discouraged or
faced difficult problems she would open the box
and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.


You now have two choices:
1. Repost this so others can read it or,
2. Ignore it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice No. 1.
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