Remember:
When I bought that pink puffy dress, in await to wear it to my 5th birthday,
Everyone came over, Even my neighbor's cat,
My cake was all that I ever wanted,
Three layered, pink frosting covered in artificial roses,
You may wonder how can a birthday like this ever go wrong,
Well the cake got smashed to the ground, the dress got ripped to pieces,
And a little girl went running out the room full of confused guests,
Your probably still unclear onto what had happened,
He never came, who you may recall,
My father, the one who bought me that cake, that dress, who kissed me to sleep every night,
The man who twirled my mother under a thousands stars,
and helped her with cooking,
He left me with another guy, someone who wrapped his evil snicker around my turmoiled mind,
Soon to be the devil of all my problems...and the nightmares to all my dreams
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Story behind the cuts
Teen FictionOnce all the people left and the lights were off, I cried or in other words we cried. My bad luck and I. We cried till morning when my eyes and her became weak and we disappeared. We disappeared into deep, deep rest. The type of rest that is scorchi...
