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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 cant do wrong
>or else Im locked up
>all day long
>when I awake
>Im all alone
>
>
>the house is dark
>my
folk aren't home
>Im really just
>an expensive joke
>no more no less
>then
speed or coke
>be quiet now!
>I hear a 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
>
>Im only but three
>last night my father murdered me....
>
>Misty Carla Campbell
>was killed by her father.
She never knew love by anyone.
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