Girls #lifes. We are strong, we are weak, we are loud, we are meek. Love, fun, happiness, yeah it's what we seek. We laugh, we smile, finding the right one of us for you, is all worth the while. But all we'd wish is you treat us right, you don't leave in the middle of the night. We enjoy quite, so that we can dream our wild dreams, trust me, it IS as crazy as it seems. We may be crazy we may be sad, we have a good side, and also a bad. But don't judge on the looks, use your eyes for more, go deeper, and look at what we want you to look for. Say sweet things and don't make us cry, #life is to short, we may say goodbye. But don't let it drag you, instead let it be your guide, to find the one who stays, forever, by your side. <3

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So Sad My name is Chris, 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 I'm locked up, All day long. When I'm awake I'm 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 i'll just get, One whipping tonight. I just heard a car, My daddy is home, From ole' 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 chris i am 3, tonight my daddy murdered me.

Thunderstorm What a beautiful story to brighten your day! A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with lightning. The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school. She also feared the electrical storm might harm her child. Full of concern, the mother got into her car and quickly drove along the route to her child's school. As she did, she saw her little girl walking along. At each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up, and smile. More lighting followed quickly and with each, the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile. When the mother drew up beside the child, she lowered the window and called, "What are you doing?" The child answered, "I am trying to look pretty because God keeps taking my picture."