Bonjour, Im vampireprincess1606.
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name: sorry... classified.. I don't want to talk to any perverts or stalkers because I would like to be an independent women and also I would not like to be raped by some molester. I choose to be squeeky clean until my wedding day. We are all free in this world .. even us women... we have rights to protect ourselves from perverted mongruels who just want to have sex and let whoever they raped to deal with the emotional and physical pain that they left. Women under 20 years of age should not have the responsiblility of another human being whilst they are still trying to learn about the life they lead and how to live it.
Stories I'm trying to work on:
Lamia- Latin for Vampire. Based in the 1800s. Thomas learns of something that goes beyond all his thoughts of logic.
PASS THIS ON FOR GODS SAKE! IT'S SO GOOD!
(thanks to whoever wrote it)
My name is Tiffany
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 want to hug me.
I can’t do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s bar.
I hear 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’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its 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 its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into a 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 tiffany
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
And you can help
Sickens me top the soul,
And if you read this
and don’t pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are effected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
On with it!
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