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Once upon a time (all the BEST stories start with that!) there was a little boy called Mary (no offence to anyone!) and one day Mary's Dad told him go to the local shops. Mary said yes and set off.
I, a child of luggaged dreams. Adrift, with teddy bears and baby dolls between distracted households. Longing for a sure foot upon the shifting desires of others. Uprooted with whim and fancy.
Laid broken on the floor, Face smashed pretty no more. Lost and forgotten, this little doll, Unable to move, a tortured soul. But a stoke of luck came her way, Her years of torture ended that day.
From three to thirteen Everyday I've been put down I've been abused I've been mis understood I've been ignored I've been shunned And its all been by you.
Chapter Four Running Away "Daniela Charlene and Eleanor stole my wallet again!" Camila yelled. Daniela sighed and rubbed Piper's back.
© ZuperZed I'm exhausted, nearly dead. Need a pillow under my head. Lay me down to get some sleep. Wish this time it will be deep. In my bedroom all alone. Or at least I thought so...
#youngwritershousehold Run away, From this unfair world, You're just a child, Just one girl. Run away, Away from here, Princess, Time to disappear.
Warning this Opuss contains frivolous language, and I'm not bothering to make a clean version. Mature Audiances Hello again, and today is early in the morning of Saturday, September 29, 2012.
Kindness abound; Smiles aplenty; Love shines; Heart melts. Misery becomes; Dark rules; Pity starts; Tears flow. Life's lessons; Part practical; Rest crawls; Success beware.
One night Amie snuck out after bedtime to watch the pretty night sky. She tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as possible. Her heart clenched when a loud creak escaped beneath her tiny feet.
Chapter 2 Yes I'm Lacey, but I'm not the baby anymore I'm 13. Today.
(A piece of life writing containing potentially upsetting material) I've always liked cowboys.
Someone had a dream for the world. To try and help the little boys and girls. But all the kids didn't play too nice. They ran around in greed and blamed others for their lies.
#youngwritershousehold @ren360 Once I was three, My mommy disowned me, my daddy did too, Do you know how it feels, When no one loves you.
#household In a child's mind, Everything is fine. Those people in suits Are robots walking in a line. No worries in their heads Except the scary monsters Underneath their beds.
So if your reading this I from here on out I suggest that you are at least 17 years or older. With that said we left off with me lacking a father figure.
#nightdweller I'd like to tell you many things; That my monster is imaginary... My monster is between my legs... My monster is a stuffed, child's toy, But you should know the truth.
#emotion My brother always picked on me, His way of having fun. He'd laugh at me and tease all day, I often tried to run.
Burn up into flames. Wither to ash. Because of pain. From a long ago past. Started with betrayal. At my small age of 4. I didn't know then. Pain pounded on my door. At age 7,. We all moved.
I'm not. Beaten. Battered. Punched. Or. bruised. I'm not. Burnt. Pinched. Or. sexually abused. I'm. Neglect. I'm. harder. To spot. I'm. Hunger. Untidy. Not often. caught. I'm. Mentally. Scarred. Left.
He sneaks through the night, To where, to what who knows. Hiding from the light, Of the moon that softly glows.
My 4th Birthday So ecstatic and sweet Daddy called that day At 3 we'd meet "Hey there. Happy Birthday, Lauryn!" "Hi Daddy. Will you been here soon?" "At 3.
Born into a family That didn't seem to care, Being brought up when young, didn't seem fair. A happy young boy with a friend or two, not realising what the world could do.
I have looked back on my life many times and tried to make sense of all the blurred memories. I'm sure everyone has pondered the past and said what if.