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Apr 2014
I can't remember it much
But it was just last night

Hello I am only three
My mommy and daddy
They don't like me
His voice is so angry
And her words are so sharp
I hide in my room
Until I hear the car doors
And suddenly I know
This is all too soon
I press my little cheeks against the door
But it's already too late
He's standing on my floor
Now I wish I was good enough
Maybe daddy wouldn't hit me
If I was a boy
And maybe mommy would stop yelling
I'm not her toy
I am only three
Young and proud
But tonight was the night that they both murdered me
This is to my friends little brother who was killed at three in an abusive home.
Miss ya jake. We love you.
Sloane McManemy
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Sloane McManemy  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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