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Apr 2017
Please don't tell me I'll be a great mom someday,
I will never know that fate.
I gave up that right when I gave up their lives,
And now the mere thought of it makes me sick.
I had mixed emotions when I peed on the stick,
But this fairytale has a sick twist;
You see the prince couldn't see himself tied down with this particular lady,
And the princess' love made her brain go hazy.
She made decisions where she couldn't possibly know what the outcome would be,
And now her pain is left for everyone around to see.

So please please please don't tell me what a great mother I would be...
because you will never see exactly what that does to me.
Carolyn Cagnon
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Carolyn Cagnon  united states
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   karin naude
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