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Dave's bed was an old army for in the basement, and his clothes were torn and ranch. when his mother allowed him the luxury of food, it was nothing more than spoiled scraps that even dogs refused to eat. the outside world knew nothing of his living nightmare. he had nothing and no one to turn to, but his dreams kept him alive-dreams of someone taking care of him,loving him and calling him their son. 
Through each struggle you'll find yourself enduring his pain, comforting his loneliness and fighting for his will to survive. This compelling story will awaken you to the truth about child abuse-and the ability we all have to make a difference.

A CHILD CALLED

Cute Tomino spits treasured jewels. Tomino died alone and fell into hell.


is it Tomino's older sister that whips?


The path to enternal hell is only one way.


Beg for guidance into the darkness of hell, From the golden sheep, from the nightingale. How much is left in the leather bag, prepare for the endless journey into hell. spring comes and into the woods and valleys seven turns in the dark valley of hell. in the cage is a nightingale, in the cart a sheep, int the eyes of cute Tomino are tears. cry, nightingale, for the woods and the rain voicing your love for your sisters. 


The echo of your cry howls through hell, and a blood-red flower blooms Through the seven mountains and valleys of hell, cute Tomino travels alone. 


the glimmering spikes of the needled mountain stick fresh punctures in the flesh, As a sign to cute Tomino.


just puting this in.