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I hear you

Little girl I see your arms.
Your bruises and marks set off my alarms.
Baby boy I see your pain,
A child who can't bare to sit or complain.
Beaten for letting me see,
I'll fight to the death for a child to be free.

At the hands of a "mother"-fucking meth monster,
Profiting off the innocence of your 3 yr old daughter
You disgusting piece of shit, I hope you fucking die.
When I asked what happened you can't even fucking lie!

I can't change your babies diaper; there's blood everywhere.
How the fuck does a 3 yr old have missing hair?

I called cps, and I'll call them again. Call me a snitch, bitch I was never even your friend.
I could care less about wtf you do,
Put yourself through shit you've put them thru...
If you wanna be a dope head I don't give a fuck- but you don't trade your fucking daughter for a couple bucks!

If that makes me a snitch, I'd rather be that than a child raping bitch.
Written by kmart2013 (K)
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