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Apr 2014
Her cry haunts the living out of my daylight, chases and split succesful thoughts blocks and erases all joy of happiness her tiers scrambles and never win the game
Her screams sound to voilent for me to understand
Instead ill watch a horror that follows
Her version was to remain was to remain
I should have asked she said instead I cowardly challaged myself
A habbit I,she needed me to discontinue that night, I keep thinking yet don't show it, invovement the excitement and the peace I felt after killing I mean removing, I walked in there alone and came out everyone one knew what I did
The silent conductor
Engages and conducts my thoughts. Maybe you wouldve been unconditionally loved or even successfully contributed to my present but I am working on a future and you happened to early to Be involved now I cry and everyone says I'm a killer I wonder why you haunt me.
The regret girls feel after abortion. When they are alone thinking
Written by
marcia noria sono  witbank, south africa
(witbank, south africa)   
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