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Miss Merry


Miss merry was a bad chick she had the walk, the figure, even the attitude of a bad chick when she would walk down hollywood ave the boys would yell hey miss merry they even knew she was a bad chick, miss merry rocked Versace, gucci, even louie because she was a bad chick see on the outside you couldnt even tell that anything was wrong but behind closed doors miss merry was half way gone she popped pills left and righy just to get in her zone her past wasnt sunshine but a rock and a stone depression can kill if left alone she became a alcoholic so her pain would be gone but it only helped for a min she has no family so shes all alone daddy wasnt in her life and her momma wadnt right momma would have men come in miss merry room in touch her at night miss merry was only 12 and knew what sex felt like and the nights when the mens didnt pay a visit miss merry would cry her eyes out till she say daylight when miss merry hit high-school she learned to fight beat up a bully whos nickname was top flight miss merry favorite teacher gave her life he would say miss merry your so nice but miss merry favorite teavher was a monster whos truth will soon come to light he had a passion for light girls and miss merry figure was just right he said miss merry would you stay after school i have something to show you that you would like he bein to feel on her miss merry said Mr.Dave what are you doing this isnt right she bein to scream for dear life when it was all over she felt ashamed so she tried to end her life when miss merry opened her eyes she saw bright lights she thought to herself is this what heaven looks like but something wasnt right she realized she was on a hospital bed a tear fell from her eye because she knew she was still living this horrible life doctors came in and said miss merry your lucky because you almost lost your life god must of sent an angel to watch over you because he wasnt reafy for you to walk out on life ....
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