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My name is Misty

And I was three

When daddy got drunk

And accidentally murdered me

One day he came home from work

And he started acting like a jerk

He threw the bottle against the wall

And then drank more alcohol

Then he screamed bad words at mommy

And all she could say was "I'm sorry"

He hit her and she fell

Then she said, "You're going to hell!"

So then I ran into my closet to dwell

But soon daddy followed and I could see

That daddy suddenly wasn't happy with me

He picked me up and threw me like a doll

All the way across the hall

Then he picked me up again

And to the glass I would ascend

He picked me up and I knew this would be the end

So now I'm here on the floor

Wondering what I did implore

Because next week I would have turned four