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Oct 2019
Some take for granted
The child or children that they have
Frustration level grow when they are bad
Crying at night, no sleep to be had
A demon inside the mom or dad
Rages with anger issues that no one knew they had
Taking for granted of the family they have (had)
Tossing their own flesh and blood simply because they were mad
Poisoning
Throwing
Beating
Neglect
They don’t give a ****
Yet they were blessed
Blessed to have a child at all or many children for that fact
But so many men and woman yearning for that
Those of us who can’t always ask “why?”
I am one of those who doesn’t understand why we can’t
So many children throughout the world
Hurting and dying, emotions are blurred
What about us, the ones who want it so bad
Guess we’ll never know that answer
This is the world we live in and the life we have...
Ashly Kocher
Written by
Ashly Kocher  39/F/Florida
(39/F/Florida)   
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   Junior McIntyre
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