Her Shoes By Ariel Marie Vazquez Read Count : 120

Category : Diary/Journal

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The little girl pleaded Please Stop. Noone listened. The little girl was disabled noone cared. The little girl was hurt everyone had their own thing and others were more important. The little girl Loved her God and was terrified. Please God Pleasee Help me take me from this misery. Noone loves me. Nope replied the devil. Nope. Again he replied. 
So far the little girl was terrorize by family and the devil and school.
She pleaded for prayers and cried everytime she went to school.
She scratched her arms as bullies laughed at her and did their harrass. 
This little girl was the little girl from age 11. 
She was high school now and had that little dead girl in her brain.
She saw herself crying on floor being hit with metal, she saw herself screaming please God help me.
She wanted a man. Someone to cure her pain. She made imature choices don't we all.
Not like she meant it to rip anyone apart. 
She grew up and looked back and saw who she was. 
She was a victim where the tornados came as she cried unto God. 
Where the hurricanes came as she was tormented and broken. 
Where she pleaded to not go to school for 2 weeks and it did as she pleaded. 
She beg for rainbow on her graduation day and so God place.

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