Emma LeeA Poem by LivingDeathTrue story of a friend of mine.
There is a little girl
her name is Emma Lee little does she know how much she means to me. But there is a sad story that follows this little girl a sad tale of pain and lies that changed the view of the world. There was a man of twenty-seven that lived in her small house, with her family he would stay she was smaller then a mouse. Still a kid not yet a teen this man took her clothes and crushed her dreams. She lied and lied about this guy saying all was fine and right until one day it all came out on that cold and cloudy night. He went to court he did some time all was calm it all seemed fine. Three years later he was back again doing the same thing he did back then. Emma would deny the truth she wouldn't tell a soul, I knew something was sure not right by the way it took its toll. I sat her down and talked to her found out what she had endured. I drove her down to see someone I told the cops to get this scum. They did their job they got the guy, I wonder this oh why God why. Never will she be the same I hate that guy cause he's to blame. This is the story of Emma the girl a tale of great sorrow that corrupted her world.
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Added on January 19, 2010Last Updated on January 21, 2010 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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