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remember little maddi she was 3 n was took on her holiday in portugal. its all a shame n shouldn't happen in this world. ppl all ova the world are writin bout her on their syts. its not fair tht little girl should be livin her lyf to the full n at the moment she aint gettin the chance. there maybe nothin we can do to help but keep your thoughts on her thts all what we can do.xxxx
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Week 3: Mummy, 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 1: Mummy, 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 2: Mummy, 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 3: You went to the doctor today. Mummy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mummy, your baby. I think and feel. Mummy, what's abortion?
Month 4: 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. Mummy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mummy!! HELP me!! No . . .
Month 5: Mummy, I am okay. I am in Jesus’ arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mummy? 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. Destroyed by a "doctor." 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. Destroyed by a "doctor." Child Abuse
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 betterI 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. Unfortunately, this is probably true.
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