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I Loved The Thought Of Being A Father, I Wasn't Sure If I Was Ready To Make That Step But My Name Was Called, I Felt Sure I Was Ready Then, Cherishing The Thought. Now I've Been Told, Been Told That We Had A Abortion. I Was So Confused, How Could She Do This To Me Without Consultation. That's When The Doctor Told Me, Your Baby Is Dead. I Swear In That Fraction Of A Second My World Crashed Down, My Heart Withered And All Signs Of Hope Had Wilted. I Didn't Realise That It's Not A Miscarriage Any More, "We Changed The Name". Could Have Fooled Me. Now I'm Left, Left Here On My Own, She's Gone, My Child Gone, Love, Hope, Gone. What Am I Left With Now. I Feel Empty And Incomplete, What Is This Feeling. I Never Knew My Child, So Why Do I Feel This Way, I've Been Told I Would Make A Great Father And I Thought That Now Was My Chance. How Wrong I Was. I Want My Chance, It's Not Fair. All You Ever Hear Of Is Drugged Up Teen's Getting Pregnant, And Here I Am Working, Paying My Taxes, Doing My Bit For The Community And Trying To Help. But I Am The One Who Has My Child Taken Away, In What World Does That Make Sense, How Is This Fair. That Child Would Have Been Loved And Cared For, I Would Have Done Everything Possible To Provide What That Child Wanted And Needed, Now They Have Taken Him Away. I Hope That Wherever That Sweet Little Soul has Gone Is Better Than This Place, No Worry Of Money, Politic's, War. I Pray To The Heaven's To Look After My Child, If Not There Shall Be No Hell That You Could Imagine Worse Than The One I Will Make You Experience. So On This Sombre Note, I Leave You, Knowing, Hoping, That Out There Is My Child, Most Likely Living A Better Life Than I Could Have Provided. Now I Know What Pain Mean's.
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Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 4:09 PM UTC
Spontaneous Abortion
I Loved The Thought Of Being A Father, I Wasn't Sure If I Was Ready To Make That Step But My Name Was Called, I Felt Sure I Was Ready Then, Cherishing The Thought. Now I've Been Told, Been Told That We Had A Abortion. I Was So Confused, How Could She Do This To Me Without Consultation. That's When The Doctor Told Me, Your Baby Is Dead. I Swear In That Fraction Of A Second My World Crashed Down, My Heart Withered And All Signs Of Hope Had Wilted. I Didn't Realise That It's Not A Miscarriage Any More, "We Changed The Name". Could Have Fooled Me. Now I'm Left, Left Here On My Own, She's Gone, My Child Gone, Love, Hope, Gone. What Am I Left With Now. I Feel Empty And Incomplete, What Is This Feeling. I Never Knew My Child, So Why Do I Feel This Way, I've Been Told I Would Make A Great Father And I Thought That Now Was My Chance. How Wrong I Was. I Want My Chance, It's Not Fair. All You Ever Hear Of Is Drugged Up Teen's Getting Pregnant, And Here I Am Working, Paying My Taxes, Doing My Bit For The Community And Trying To Help. But I Am The One Who Has My Child Taken Away, In What World Does That Make Sense, How Is This Fair. That Child Would Have Been Loved And Cared For, I Would Have Done Everything Possible To Provide What That Child Wanted And Needed, Now They Have Taken Him Away. I Hope That Wherever That Sweet Little Soul has Gone Is Better Than This Place, No Worry Of Money, Politic's, War. I Pray To The Heaven's To Look After My Child, If Not There Shall Be No Hell That You Could Imagine Worse Than The One I Will Make You Experience. So On This Sombre Note, I Leave You, Knowing, Hoping, That Out There Is My Child, Most Likely Living A Better Life Than I Could Have Provided. Now I Know What Pain Mean's.
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Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 4:09 PM UTC
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