Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms



A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them. If you don't then you should go to frikin hell, this is horrible what happened to these innocent children. It doesn't take that long to repost only about 10 seconds so please just do it. its worth it to let everyone see this.
some people are so cruel... this is terible but it hapens so much we cant ignore it.do the right thing

Weird...

I am taking the bait -
what do I have to lose right?
(not much)



























Hope it works!



























Supposedly The Phone Will Ring
Right After You Do This.



























Just read the little stories and
think of a wish as you scroll all
the way to the bottom. There is
a message there - then make your
wish.
























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Stories



























I'm 13 years old, and I wished
that my dad would come home from
the army, because he'd been having
problems with his heart and right
leg. It was 2:53 p.m . When I made
my wish. At 3:07 p.m. (14 minutes
later), the doorbell rang, and
there my Dad was, luggage and all!!









I'm Katie and I'm 20 and I've been
having trouble in my job and on the
verge of quitting. I made a simple
wish that my boss would get a new
job. That was at 1:35 and at 2:55
there was an announcement that he
was promoted and was leaving for
another city. Believe me...this
really works!!!















My name is Ann and I am 45 years
of age. I had always been single
and had been hoping to get into a
nice, loving relationship for many
years. While kind of daydreaming
(and right after receiving this email)
I wished that a quality person would
finally come into my life. That was at
9:10 AM on a Tuesday. At 9:55 AM
a Fed

I got this from someone else:



TARGET IS A SAD PLACE


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?''