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Abortion makes me cry. That was US. Sitting in our mothers, A little miracle waiting to happen. And then we did happen. We grew and grew and our mothers Held us and sang to us And talked to us And thought of us 24/7. Then there we were, in her arms, In our fathers, In our adoptive parents. But whoever it was, They looked at us and cried, Smiling at the future And the present and everything to Possibly come. We were HERE. In this wonderful, Beautiful world. But we lost many. We watched them Get ****** out, Get thrown away. We felt them die. We felt the fear, And the pain. The burning pain. And all we could think of Was 'one of us is gone.' We didn't know We were alive Because of spite And anger. We only knew our mothers Whistle And voice and laugh And walk. We knew nothing of How or why, Just that it was. But we were gone anyways.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
Pro Life #2
Abortion makes me cry. That was US. Sitting in our mothers, A little miracle waiting to happen. And then we did happen. We grew and grew and our mothers Held us and sang to us And talked to us And thought of us 24/7. Then there we were, in her arms, In our fathers, In our adoptive parents. But whoever it was, They looked at us and cried, Smiling at the future And the present and everything to Possibly come. We were HERE. In this wonderful, Beautiful world. But we lost many. We watched them Get ****** out, Get thrown away. We felt them die. We felt the fear, And the pain. The burning pain. And all we could think of Was 'one of us is gone.' We didn't know We were alive Because of spite And anger. We only knew our mothers Whistle And voice and laugh And walk. We knew nothing of How or why, Just that it was. But we were gone anyways.
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24/F/American
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
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