UMy name is Marleen Ivette and I'm 15. I tend to be quiet, but I'm a very friendly person. I lived on a farm. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with everything on this site, Music is my favorite thing in life. I paint and draw. I've been bullied and abused, and I'm couldn't feel more strongly about my hatred toward both. Um I don't really know what else to say about myself, I'm pretty bad at this. 

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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 mel 
 I can't do a wrong 
I can't speak at al 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 back From 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 it's 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 it?s now much too late.
 His face has been twisted Into an unimaginable shape 
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 Chris
 I am three 
Tonight my daddy Murdered me.

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