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*******MAY TRIGGER: BE CAREFUL!*************

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i saw a sign that read
"if you break it
then you've bought it."
so i was just wondering
how much do you think He paid for me?

Very gritty and powerful!

Petunia

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Caroline

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with respect,
Fuzzy

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I'm not sure I ever got paid for. I think he just broke me and then left me there and walked away.
Vicki

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thank you all.

((((((((((Vicki))))))))) it never seems that they are the ones to pay does it? it always seems like we have to. perhaps you were left so that all of us could come and find you and give you the care and respect you deserve.

-shadow

shaddow,

Your priceless,. We all want to thank you for your help today. (((((((((((((((((((((shaddow))))))))))))))))))))))))))))). I hate to think of anything bad happening to you.

Audrey

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I don't think I deserve any respect. There's nothing worth respect. I think all that is there is something bad, dirty and broken. Who wants that?? Too dirty to clean up, too broken to fix and not worth the effort anyway.
Everyone has been nice to me. But no one has seen me. I can't even tell T how it feels inside. It's too painful. It's too dark and dirty. I wish he paid--but how can someone pay for something if no one believed he broke it???
Sorry-I'm going in now. Maybe for a long time.
Vicki

I know the feeling, its weird how so many fourms here are helping me, at first I thought wow so many people talk in so many of them, and I just stumbled here to this one, The mind can play a million tricks on you and make you feel like you are going crazy.

Im so sorry you feel broken and sitting here at the computer I actually cried for you, and all the hidin tears and sadness youve had to hide. You are not alone and Im so glad I get to talk to you thru here. Take Care you are worth more than any amount of dollars in the world..You are worth it simply because you are YOU.

Vicki, if you want to know who wants 'that' meaning YOU then i do. You are my friend and i happen to like you a lot. you are not too dirty or too broken..and you are worth every good effort. seeing you wouldn't change that...the only thing that would happen differently if i could see you would be that i could give you real hugs instead of online ones. but here are some online ones since i can't do that.
(((((((((((Vicki)))))))))))

you are worth more than you know and i respect you a great deal. take care, my friend. please stay safe.

-shadow

(Borrowing some space on your thread, Shadow, I know you won't mind.

For Vicki, who is not too dirty and who is way more loveable than Petunia's muddy water-balloon.

BABY GIRL

The chubby baby is always cold, even when we snuggle under my fluffy yellow blanket. I hold her gentle-tight and whisper, "Shh, shh, don‘t cry baby girl." I say it all warm and soft because she is new to the orphanage and she's afraid of the man we hear yelling.

I told all the girls the baby had no arms or legs and they said they would love her no matter what. They were surprised to feel how squishy she was, seeing how most of them are plastic-kid orphans.

I found her on the ground after the water-war ended and the soldiers all ran off to have their supper. I saved her and brought her home under my button-down sweater. I knew she was a girl balloon right away, even though it was hard to see she was pink under all that boy-mud.

I wash her up real good so she's clean and squeaky, and I put a bow on the top of her head where her skin makes a knot like a ponytail. I draw her a nice face with happy eyes and a silly smile, and I bet she'd look just like me if I were shiny-bald and rubbery.

I sneak her upstairs into my room before the enemy brothers find us and break her. "You must keep everyone quiet," I tell my oldest doll. She sits on my bed and looks straight ahead like she can't hear me, but I know she really does. I tuck my water-balloon baby behind the pillow and hope she doesn't leak.

Daddy is screaming and I wonder which one of the boys is in trouble now. I tiptoe down the stairs and I'm extra careful to be quiet. I listen for the unbuckling of Daddy's thick, belt-buckle, but I don't hear it. Whatever the yelling is about, it can't be too bad. No beatings, yet.

"It wasn't me," says David.
"I didn't do it," says Brian.
"It must've been Suzie," says Stephen.
"Suzie, get in here right now," growls Daddy.

Already I start to cry and I don't know what I did. When I see Daddy's eyes I know right away he has become the scary, monster-father. When he's like this, it won't matter what I say. "Did you do this?" the monster demands, pointing to the wet toilet seat. I don't answer right away. I'm not sure what to say. Doesn't he know I sit down to pee?

"No Daddy, I didn't," I say and shake my head and look at him real good with my ‘I didn't do it' eyes so he'll know it wasn't me.

"******* it, baby girl! You get something to clean up this mess with and then get your *** to your room! Do you hear me?" he asks with his green, monster-eyes blaring.

I can hardly see the stupid seat through my tears as I wash off the enemy's pee. I mostly cry because Daddy doesn't believe me and my brothers don't stick up for me. I hate mad daddy. Glad daddy loves me very much. I am his baby girl and I feel safe with him.

By the time I get to my room, my sad tears are gone and I'm very sleepy. I lay down on my bed and pull out my water-balloon baby. We snuggle all safe and warm under my fluffy yellow blanket and I rock us to sleep saying, "Shh, shh, don't cry baby girl. You‘re safe with me."

you are right, of course, petunia. I don't mind at all, at all. i love the way you write petunia and i'm glad you put this here for Vicki. i'm sending gentle hugs to all the water-balloon babies out there who have never known the love of a petunia-child-flower. and i'm sending you, Petunia, lots of hugs for the child you were and the person you are today.

i'm sending you hugs too, Vicki. you are NOT too dirty. see? i'm not the only one who knows it.

(((((((((petunia))))))))))
(((((((((Vicki))))))))))))

-shadow

I wish for that snuggle under the blanket. I don't cry and I am sitting here with these wet drips coming out of my eyes.
I saw T today and told her something that happened that was ugly and dirty and made me feel all really bad and dirty. I never told it before.
She says I have to keep saying that just cause it happened to me doesn't mean it's my fault. I am not dirty or ugly or bad. It is easy to say but hard to really believe. but she said that in time I will begin to believe it.
I imagine warm hugs and snuggles from you(s). Thank you.
Vicki

i don't cry either Vicki but sometimes my eyes leak. i'm sure there's room for one more under the blanket and i bet that room is just Vicki-sized. please keep saying to yourself that it's not your fault and you're NOT dirty or ugly or bad. i agree with your T...in time you will believe it. and i am sending you warm snuggles and hugs.

(((((((((((((((((Vicki)))))))))))))))

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thanks hope (((((((((((((hope))))))))))))))