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The letter
Contributed by
quilted_rag_doll
on
Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 05:40:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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There little girl was gone,
found dead and naked on the bed.
She left a note engraved for them,
and this is what it said:
You always aruged,
and never noticed me.
You showed no respect, nor love,
how could i make you see?
That i was your daughter,
your only child.
I was good and sweet,
and never wild.
I tried to make you notice.
I wouldnt sleep,
and never ate.
I didnt talk,
and was always late.
But it didnt seem to be enough.
What else could I do?
Then i began to engrave, on me,
this note for you.
If your standing above me,
and reading this.
Youll see what youve done to me,
never a hug, nor kiss.
I hope your happy,
and live long.
To remeber you daughters dead,
and forever gone.
Copyright ©
quilted_rag_doll
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2004-03-05 17:40:38]
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Re: The letter
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by Cynthia on
Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 06:10:01 PM AEST
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| What a sad write. It would be too late for parents after their child is gone to realise what they have done wrong. Good job. *S* Cynthia |
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Re: The letter
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by sicknivesevered on
Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 06:26:15 PM AEST
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| Aye, a bit sad - Yet kind of extreme. The chick killed herself cause her parents didn't notice her, but I guess poetry all together is rather extreme. Good poem. |
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Re: The letter
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by CountryGirl on
Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 08:29:19 PM AEST
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| So sad but good write. No one ever realizes what they did wrong until it's too late. But then some never do realize it at all. My mother for one. |
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