This is wonderful I just had to post it

I got these really cute facts in an email a while ago, and I had to share them! <3

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Did you know...

Kissing is healthy

Bananas are good for cramps

It's good to cry

Chicken soup actually makes you feel better

94% of boys would love it if you sent them flowers

Lying is actually unhealthy

Only apply mascara to your top lashes

It's actually true, boys DO insult you when they like you!

Its impossible to apply mascara with your mouth closed!
(If you are not thinking about it)

89% of guys want YOU to make the 1st move.

Chocolate will make you feel better! (heck yes it will)

Most boys think its cute when you say the wrong thing.

A GOOD FRIEND NEVER JUDGES.

Boys aren't worth your tears

Stop child abuse

This hurt my heart

Stop Child Abuse!

SO SAD

YOU HAVE TO READ THIS POEM! IT IS SO SAD!

My name is Becky
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

My name is Becky
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.


I know what it feels to be alone, to be beaten to be hated by ones you love, so please stop them from growing up like me.