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MY STORY

CAUSE:

I grew up without neither of my parents. My mom abandone me basicly right after I was born.....My dad is in jail for molesstation.....Its been hell! u kno growing up without neither of your parents....Blaming yourself repeatedly for their actions....It has been a struggle u know.....errything I did or went through was nothing but trial and tribulations....

EFFECT:

Its hard for me to trust people......the thought of letting my guard down makes me cry....My utmost fear is losing people...that's one the reasons why I dont allow myself to get close to or attach to somebody/a person....Im not open about anything I go through....

If something is bothering me or hurting me Ill keep it to myself sort of just holding errything inside me.....I know its not good but datz just me personALLY.....There were times when I tried to take my own life....YEAH SUICIDE!!!!and there were also times when I asked God to let me die....Till dis Day I still do.....

So when some1 eners my life Ill build even a more higher wall.....they cant get through it....Y? because of my life and the hand of cards I was dealt....Which then makes me hurt even more because they were really there for me....they really loved me....and they wanted to break me for the better.....

AFTER YOU DONE ALL YOU CAN.....
YOU JUST STAND!!!

WORD OF wISDOM!!!!!

What people fell to realize is that errything we go through n life is just a test....God is testing your faith!!! He will never put more on u...that u can bear.....We were made to be BLESSED AND HIGHLY FAVORED! For we are MORE THAN CONQUERORS......


Dear lord,
Put a smile on my face let it rain let it rain on me.
while I 'll cherish the air I breath Ima angel...Ja Rule

My name is Sarah
I am but 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 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...

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How did it all began.....

I LOVE WRITING POETRY. I BEGAN WRITING AT THE AGE OF 8 OR 9. FROM THAT POINT ON I'VE BEEN WRITING POETRY EVER SINCE....ONE DAY I HOPE THAT SOMEBODY/SOMEONE WILL PUBLISH MY WRITING BECAUSE THAT'S MY DREAM... TO GET MY WORK PUBLISHED....I WRITE BECAUSE MY WRITNG IS THE ONLY THING I TRUST AND IT NEVER TELLS MY DEEPEST nor my DARKEST SECRETS......



*A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived.

The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.
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IM A CONQUEROR!!!!!!!

What Im About?

Im outgoin of course...... I love to read and write poetry and love stories. When Im not writing I love playing basketball (which I love to play by the way)I honestly with an even stronger passion love singing, stepping and dancing...I enjoy goin to the movies, traveling...( basicly errything) including hanging out with family and friends..... doing hair.....talkin on the phone....etc

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I LOVE MY BABY>>>>>>>YEA I DO......
God has sent sum1 in my life to dry my silent tears and cast away my utmost fears......Not only did he send me a man that was undescribeable....He sent me a man specially created in his own design/image.....For that I am truely THANKFUL..

WAT I hate aBout Ppl....

I can't stand FAKE ppl.....I hate them.....I like ppl that can keep it straight REAL 1000% REAL......

DA TRUTH

80% of Americans say "I LOVE YOU".
20% actually mean it.
If you honestly are in the 20%, paste this into your
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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 .
. .

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.
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