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(previously rubixcube)
my name is bret, i am 15 years old. I Love to read and write. I also like to play sports.My fave stories are fantasy. my fave authors include j.r.r tolkien, terry brooks, ted dekker, j.k. rowling, michale chrihton, christopher paolini

my fave bands are skillet, pillar, evasnescence, paramore, linkin park, nickleback,3 days grace, hinder,saving abel, staind, daughtry, puddel of mudd,kutless, sevendust, thousand foot crutch, offspring, seether, finger eleven, my fave band is theory of a dead man , and my fave rappers are ludacris, young jeezy, and T.I.,

my fav song is "get stoned" by hinder

my 3 fave trilogies are The Matrix, Lord Of The Rings, and the Borne trilogy. My 3 fave induvigual movies are Kingdom of Heaven, superbad, and saving private Ryan, and i just couldnt leave out The Good the Bad and the Ugly.

My 3 fave books are the Lord of the Ringss trilogy by J.R.R Tolkien
the Shannara series by Terry Brooks and the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling and i know i said three but i just cant ommit the inheritence series by Christopher Paolini.

My fave author is J.R.R. Tolkien. He was brilliant and he wrote the best books known to man (lotr)

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-PLEASE READ THIS-
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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Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.





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