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[sid] => 97483
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[aid] => mick
[title] => A dozen sorry roses.
[time] => 2005-06-09 21:04:40
[hometext] => I am very angry at my dad :)
[bodytext] => " I love you daddy" the little girl said as her father tucked her into bed. "I love you too" her father said as she put her hands under her pillow and rested her head. Such a relationship they had a daughter and a father nothing could get in the way their love was like no other. As the little girl grew her fathers attitude ran cold he began to hit her mother and he even hit her too. He began to drink more as the days went by sometimes passed out on the floor she'd sit alone and wonder why. She hates her dad She's almost sure he hates her too. But deep down theyre both really sad theyre relationship is dead their love is too. She came home from school to see her father moving out her mother calling him a fool she didn't even want to know what this was all about. Her mother was sick of him cheating all the fighting and all of the beating. She wanted to say good-bye but it was to late her father was already leaving. 3 Years later her mother got sick and she was going to die everynight before she went to sleep she'd lay there and just cry. She went to set things straight with her father but he had one to much to drink she got a mouth full of rusty water when he tried to drown her in the sink. She ran home scared, her heart racing the hole way when he called to say he was sorry she didn't know what to think or say. She wrote her dad a letter explaining how she felt and how her life would have been better if she wasn't given the cards she was delt. She told him how he ruined her life and she missed how things used to be and how she cut herself with a knife it feels good to bleed. Her father spent hours trying to write im sorry in poetry form. He bought her a dozen flowers and hopes it mends her heart that was torn. She was sharpening the blade he was loading the gun they love they had was at a dark fade life was just no longer fun. She put the knife to her wrist he put the gun to his head their lives both at risk theyd both rather be dead. she twisted the knife he pulled the trigger there goes her life his couldnt have gone quicker. They both died together on the same day They never knew they still loved each other a perfect love thrown away. He never got her letter with the words she truely ment. She never got the dozen roses saying sorry that he sent. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 32 [informant] => miss_erika [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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