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  1. Blog #144371
    22nd Aug 2008 10:46
    16 years, 2 months & 28 days ago
  2. Story of twfc
    7th Dec 2007 19:58
    16 years, 11 months & 14 days ago
  3. freaky dark magic
    29th Nov 2007 12:51
    16 years, 11 months & 22 days ago
  4. remember
    24th Nov 2007 20:08
    16 years, 11 months & 27 days ago
  5. test
    24th Nov 2007 19:32
    16 years, 11 months & 27 days ago
  6. STOP ANIMAL ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    20th Nov 2007 17:39
    17 years ago
  7. The Little Boy...
    20th Nov 2007 13:50
    17 years ago
  8. bramblesmoke and rosemoon
    20th Nov 2007 13:41
    17 years ago
  9. i will belive
    20th Nov 2007 13:39
    17 years ago
STOP ANIMAL ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
17 years ago
20th Nov 2007 17:39

I listened to your feelings.
I heard what you had to say.
I thought you wanted me to stay.
You sold me to a stranger and didn't say good-bye.
He left me outside and didn't even play.
He didn't come out to feed me.
I had almost no water.
He came outside to beat me, I do not know why.
He drove me to the woods and left me there to die.
I really miss you, mom.
I didn't want to go.
I hope you remember me as the days go by.
I look down at you and smile happily as I see you and your new family playing with a different pet.
I hope everybody will try to stop animal abuse so they don't end up like me.
STOP ANIMAL ABUSE!!!!

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A cute little puppy I am (or was)
Just a bundle of sweet soft fuzz
The world smelled so beautifully
As I was born as number three.
But taken into a cold harsh world,
My darkened future then uncurled.
I strangled in the smell of paint
My nose itchy, my thoughts faint.
The essence of hatred lingered close
As I was stuffed an overdose
Of poison paint that filled me up
As they fed me, cup by cup.
When I was full, no more would fit,
They forced me up, I tried to sit,
But as you know, an oven???s too small
For even me to fit at all.
So there I lay, tired and beat,
As they turned the dial and added more heat
I panted, cried, and clawed the walls
And did all I could so my death was stalled
But I was alone, filled with dread
For many minutes until I finally was dead.
My spirit filled the room and saw
The laughter of three boys so tall.
They opened it up and pulled me away
But in this deathtrap I couldn???t stay.
So up I went, my spirit soared
Into the night sky as rain poured.
I landed in heaven above every cloud
But still I heard their laughter loud.
It rang in my ears, bounced in my mind,
And forever it scarred me from all mankind.
Never again would I rest in peace.
The maniacal laughter would not cease.
And I never would live to see the day
When people like this would go away.

if this made you think, copy and paste this for all to see


The Little Boy...
17 years ago
20th Nov 2007 13:50

The Little Boy...

the little boy

I found this somewhere,very sad

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.



The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.



The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."



Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,

are you sure I don't have enough money?''



The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''



Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.



The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.



Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.



"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.



She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."



I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.



But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."



His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''



My heart nearly stopped.



The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."



Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."



"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."



Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.



I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check

again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''



"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.



The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"



Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''



"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''



"My mommy loves white roses."



A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.



I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.



I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.



Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

woman and a little girl.



The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical

state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the

life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.



Was this the family of the little boy?



Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.



I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.



She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.



I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is

still, to this day, hard to imagine.



And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.



Now you have 2 choices:



1) Repost this message, or



2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

bramblesmoke and rosemoon
17 years ago
20th Nov 2007 13:41

when they met
rose and bramble
they fell in love
you can write bout this

i will belive
17 years ago
20th Nov 2007 13:39

A girl went to a party and she ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for
God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there and had been raped and murdered brutally. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the policice station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he
answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on both sides of her."
Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God? Repost this if you truly believe in God..
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what.
"If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in front of my Father"
STAND UP FOR HIM
98% wont post this
are you part of the 2% that will?

  1. Blog #144371
    22nd Aug 2008 10:46
    16 years, 2 months & 28 days ago
  2. Story of twfc
    7th Dec 2007 19:58
    16 years, 11 months & 14 days ago
  3. freaky dark magic
    29th Nov 2007 12:51
    16 years, 11 months & 22 days ago
  4. remember
    24th Nov 2007 20:08
    16 years, 11 months & 27 days ago
  5. test
    24th Nov 2007 19:32
    16 years, 11 months & 27 days ago
  6. STOP ANIMAL ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    20th Nov 2007 17:39
    17 years ago
  7. The Little Boy...
    20th Nov 2007 13:50
    17 years ago
  8. bramblesmoke and rosemoon
    20th Nov 2007 13:41
    17 years ago
  9. i will belive
    20th Nov 2007 13:39
    17 years ago