Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible…
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Posted on April 11, 2009 at 12:53am — 7 Comments
----///-\\\----If you have ever felt
---|||---|||---Alone
---|||---|||---Hated
---|||---|||---Suicidal
----\\\-///----Appathetic
-----\\///-----Depressed
------///\-----or
-----///\\\----just
----///--\\\---Have FELT THE PAIN
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Posted on April 10, 2009 at 7:26am — 1 Comment