Dear Daddy
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I tacked this letter to your front door to tell you a story about a little girl who resend you.
She loved you but couldn't take the abuse.
Why did you force her to touch you?
Why did you make her hurt so bad?
I can remember waking up in a poll of my own blood.
I would scream and nobody would come to help me.
You'd poke my eyes and beat me beyond recognition, and i would scream for so long, "oh! no! daddy! no! help me!"
Daddy i warn you, don't turn around, there's a gun at your head and you're gonna die. love, vanessa.
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