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B 4 i start well I cant speel do i care what u think of my spelling NO! im just warning that what follows is not as clean cut as u would B used 2 :-/
A 2 mounth old babby alone in a flat is viseted by the landlord with a box of fresh cream milk, a happy viset 4 the baby when some1 figurs out she is all aloun dos she remember this no its only an account of a friend of the childs mother years later. an account of how a a child can become a complicated factor when 1 is securring a better life styl.
How I wish u had speel check
a littel times gos on the babby a bit older has no human right to know her farther only becomes the namesake of the lover the better futcher he will become her identerty her farther. life is full of memorys and the years roll on.
the dimonds & rubys fade and each day is filled with memorys of a difrent value , it sceams it yels , it crys tears of confution. Nites are meet blood stained walls and long midnite walks in the street with a toumenting farther driving beside the pavment all his screamming and swearing are no more sounds of a scrambeld tap, i wonder if i can sleep and walk why am i not in my bed?
sugar & spice all thing nice
and we are back they are happy she is happy, memory have no meanning, yet another story a fact of life she would deal with , mom is asleep in the house littel gurl asleep on the balconey 1 out of a few cold witer nites it must have been kk she had her dog that slept there 2 he kept her warm . i wonder why she had 2 b out side!
a child never knows when u the parent are wrong it only knows that u are right !!! parents do u know???
Memorys do have worth
a fisrt memory of broken glass screams for help and blood. how come is that the first she can remeber, the first undersanding memory of her life. a place & time where race the difence of race would become her lifes crime a life sentence almost down the hall of death row where the numers dont count down but rather just stand still as time its self.
schoo dont tell any1 if they find out she will B harmed she begs of u , this is a story just 4 this page a story that can only B told 4 a lighter heart, a story 4 this page aloune!
but all things come 2 a end so 4 now its ends with a simplel pls shooo dont tell . toughts i wonder am i safe, am i safe to have a voise
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Posted by Zahir on 2008-05-23 06:39:35 | Rating: | Views: 21
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