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My name is Misty. I am but three. My eyes are swollen I cannot see. I must not be loved for, I am punished by cigarette burns. I must do right, I can't do wrong or else I'm locked up all day long. When I wake up, I'm all alone. The house is dark, my folks aren't home. I’m really just an expensive joke, no more no less then speed or coke. Be quiet now! I hear the car; my dad is back from Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse. My name he calls. I squeeze myself against the wall. On my bed, its too late his face is twisted into hate. I feel the pain again and again. Oh dear God please let it end! My name is Misty, I am but three. Last night my father...
murdered me. . .
-Misty Nicole Ramsey
