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Posted by: Kasume_bishojo Original: 7/7/2006 4:20 PM Comments: 5 eProps: 8 Read Comments Post a Comment Back to Your Xanga Site

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Friday, July 07, 2006

So I'm still training for track. My dad's work outs are really hard. I have to run up hill with weights and at full speed and everything and stay moving until I finish two miles. I can't do that. Yesterday I only did half a mile. I'm getting faster though. I'm going to the school with the neck scratching losers and all. Didn't want to go to Mt. Carmel. I was supposed to go to algebra classes but I guess I'm not.

My cousin didn't win the junior olympics. She's really fast but she has to train!

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wow, that does sound like tough training!

Posted 7/8/2006 1:18 PM by rikubaka67 - reply

my name is sarah
I am but 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 speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for 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 too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

There was once alittle girl named Chelsey Mcaun. She was killed in1933, by a homicidal maniac who buried her alive while chanting a satanic chant.Those were the words spoken, and now you have read them...Anyonewho reads the chant will meet this small child. In the middle of the night, she will be on your ceiling, as you sleep, she will suffacate you as she was suffacated.. Unless yousend thisto at least 20 people before tommorow, so she will leaveyou be. Some guy read those w
ords, yet he didn't believe it. So he didn't send it. The very next day, his parents found him lying DEAD on his bed my bad......dubble comment

Posted 7/11/2006 7:02 PM by tomboy_bri - reply

ok dont care

Posted 7/12/2006 8:19 PM by tomboy_bri - reply

yeah my email for my myspace is trevor1_@yahoo.com and my site name is fLy_FrEsHmAn_07... i still dont know what you need to get to it my friend told me just to give people the email address...

_mAhOnEy

Posted 7/17/2006 2:57 PM by cmancougar - reply