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Oct 2014
I stood outside the white doors of the hospital.
the invitation still open.
was I really going ahead with this?
killing a life that was about to miss out,
on a future he or she could have had the chance to live out,
experienced,
feel,
in the name of love.
I could feel the tears streaming down,
I could feel myself drowning in a well,
of fears.
the fear of missing out on the beautiful sight of seeing his first crawl,
or the first time she spoke.
was I really doing this?
Giving up on what I will miss the most?
He held my hand and wiped my tears,
he kissed my forehead and whispered quietly in my ears,
"I'm here,
I'm not going anywhere."
I had to this,
there was no other way,
yet he still wanted to stay.
this was it,
we went in,
ready to let go...
the nurse said,
"its time".
Queen
Written by
Queen  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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