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LaDy ChEm PM
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Joined Mar '09

Im 20 a female and a Junior in college

as to what im studying i have no idea so if any one has any ideas my ears are open

right now m really into harry potter, avengers, and Iron Man fanfiction


I'm the type of girl who will burst out laugh in dead silence at something that happened yesterday

sometimes i pretend to be NORMAL but it gets boring so i go back to being me


I am the author of my lie unfortunatly im writing in pen and can't erase my mistakes


This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia

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 dad 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 speek at all or else I'm locked up, all day long. When I'm awake I'm all alone the house is all dark, my folk arent at 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 back from Charlie's bar. I press my self againts 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 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 an unimaginable shape the hurt and the pain, again and again O please God have mercy, O please let it end! And he finnaly stops, and heads for the door, while I lay there motionles. Brawled on the floor. My name is Tiffany I am three, tonight my daddy murdered me and you can help, sicknes me top the soul, If you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgivness 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! Si I'll ask you to do, is pass it on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!


Month one

Mommy I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. 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 boy!! 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!

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.

If you're against abortion, re-post this


Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school, he told his friends that it was cool , and when he pulled the trigger back It shot with a great crack! Mummy I was a good girl, I did what I was told, I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye, I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another, and all because he got the gun from his older brother Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much, and please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush And tell my little sister that she is the only one now, and tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest, mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class, and never to forget this and please don't let this pass Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this, mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kissAnd mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try, I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest, but mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest, mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack Mummy listen to me if you would, I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new, I guess I'm not going with daddy, on that trip to the new zooI wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress Mummy I wanted to live, but mummy I must go now the time is getting late Mummy tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date , I love you mummy I always have, I know you know it's true Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you", In memory of the Columbian students that were lost Please if you would, pass this around, I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground, if you pass this on, maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart, for the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"

Now you have two choices

1) repost and show you care 2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart


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 .Why would she be Iin such a horrible place? But she grabs her bear and softly crys she loves her parents but they want her to die. She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, " God, why? why is my life always sinking? " Such a bad life for a sad little kid she'd get beaten and beaten for anything she did. Then one night her mom came home high the poor child was hit and slapped as hours went by. Then her mom suddenly grabbed for a blade it was sharp and pointy one that she made. She thrusted the blade right in her chest, " you deserve to die you worthless pest! " The mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dying she grabbed her bear and again started crying. Police showed up at the small little house they quickly barged in everything was as quiet as a mouse. One officer slowly opened a door to find the sad little girl lying on the floor. It must have been bad to go through so much harm but at least she died with her best friend in her arms

When i read this it made me cry, it's so sad

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back."The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. "It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her." I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me." "I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' "OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!" Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' "My mommy loves white roses." A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

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