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I am 11 years old. My name is hannah and I love to wtite poetry and stories. I have a boxer puppy named O.D. which means she has an over dose on energy, I have two cats and a brother(he is an animal in his own special way) When I graduate college I plan on being a vet. I love all animals!

♥This is the song that my dad told me to listen to a long time ago.He said that it was from him to me,and even though he didn't write it,it seems like he did.♥

So yo, today your birthday? ♪♪♪♪
Yea
You sure?
Daddy!
I don't think today your birthday
Then what you calling me for?
Oh, I don't know I just called to see what yous was doing
What you turning today,Nineteen?
No im turning ten,daddy
Nah you turning what thirty-two,thirty-two you thirty-two today
You have been away for a long time
It feel like it don't it
Yea
But I miss you though,you miss me
Yes very much I just wished you were here
Word?
Yes
Okay ill be there soon alright
You going to be here tonight!?
No boo boo I aint gonna be there tonight
Aww

♪♪♪♪♪♪


Dontcha know i'd die for ya
I'd lay down my life for ya I would, die for
You, dontcha know i'd die for ya
I'd lay down my life for ya (i would, die for, you)
♪♪♪♪♪♪
I love you daddy
I remember feburary 27 1994
Tryin to make it to the hospital through 3 inches of snow
Somethings goin wrong I can tell but I dont know
I got this feelin in my gut this aint how I supposed 2 go
3 pounds 2 ounces and 2 months premature
To the incubator is she gon make it they aint sure
Automatically I placed the blame on my health
Hell im a father mayne, I placed the blame on myself
Was it somethin that i smoked, did I eat or did I drink it
Or was it somethin i was doin that I did or did I think it
Watchin her breathe through her hoes in her nose
Whats this ckg machine, whats this sh*t on her toes
This 94 im 85 so im spooked as can be
Im prayin and im askin why he do this to me
See, I used to hold you in the palm of my hand
And just to see you pull through, sh*t I knew you'd pull through
♪♪♪♪♪♪
You, dontcha know i'd die for ya
I'd lay down my life for ya i would, die for
You, dontcha know i'd die for ya
I'd lay down my life for ya I would, die for, you
♪♪♪♪♪♪
March the 2nd, 1999
The yurrr and the date I got my little mine
I guess I felt how my father felt and his father felt
And his father must have felt to see hiself
Its like a lil me in the flesh
He got my blood and my heart in his chest
Needless to say man I love him to death
Teach him if he disrespect me im'a love him to death
Left to go outa town right after he was born
Got a record deal 3 months later, daddy was gone
Its like im tryin to raise him over the phone
He barely kno my face when he see it but he know my tone
Im up at night like do he know who his daddy is
Im real close to sayin f**k the showbiz
But when I hurr him call his daddy na
And when I hurr him tell his friends I wanna be jus like my daddy na
Hope he forgive me for the sacrifice
So he can have a better life, than I had
♪♪♪♪♪♪
You, dontcha know i'd die for ya
I'd lay down my life for ya I would, die for
You, dontcha know i'd die for ya
I'd lay down my life for ya I would, die for
You, dontcha know i'd die for ya
I'd lay down my life for ya I would, die for
You, dontcha know i'd die for ya
I'd lay down my life for ya I would, die for, you
♪♪♪♪♪
By:Nelly♪♪♪♪


"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."

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