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She walks the dark alley alone, Tears in her eyes. Touching the small bump on her belly, Thankful she can still see her thighs. Baby daddy gone missing No more kissing It's time to decide this decision she'd been dismissing. 69 Ruby Drive. She knocks, slowly walks inside Looks left, looks right A rickety little table, One not so bright hanging tiny light A man with a face she can hardly see Walks over, touching her belly She cringes, but doesn't move "It's not too late, but we gotta do this soon" His voice is small for his large frame, He pulls out his tools like he's playing a game, Lines the metallic instruments in a neat little row "Come on sugar, you ready to go?" Removing her pants, she lays down, The little table makes a loud creaking sound He works his tools, like he does this everyday, Ripping and tearing another life away. Closing her eyes, she pictures something else A happy place away from this hell, She was given no choice it seems Beautiful girl of only fifteen, How long it seems to her, she was only a child Carefree and innocent, Boys, they came and went Now she's here, killing a small life. "All done!" he says with a smile and a final twist of his knife. She knows there's pain, somewhere under there, But she feels nothing as she quickly puts on her underwear. "A hundred dollars please little girl" He says as he washes away the smallest soul she'd ever seen Handed him the *** of bills as if in a dream "Thanks" he says as she quickly runs out the door Thinking she's just another ***** More tears slowly release from her eyes, Telling herself she cannot cry, But the dam bursts for that little life she should have put first A child all her own, she'll never come to know With no where left to call home She walks the dark alley alone.
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
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She walks the dark alley alone, Tears in her eyes. Touching the small bump on her belly, Thankful she can still see her thighs. Baby daddy gone missing No more kissing It's time to decide this decision she'd been dismissing. 69 Ruby Drive. She knocks, slowly walks inside Looks left, looks right A rickety little table, One not so bright hanging tiny light A man with a face she can hardly see Walks over, touching her belly She cringes, but doesn't move "It's not too late, but we gotta do this soon" His voice is small for his large frame, He pulls out his tools like he's playing a game, Lines the metallic instruments in a neat little row "Come on sugar, you ready to go?" Removing her pants, she lays down, The little table makes a loud creaking sound He works his tools, like he does this everyday, Ripping and tearing another life away. Closing her eyes, she pictures something else A happy place away from this hell, She was given no choice it seems Beautiful girl of only fifteen, How long it seems to her, she was only a child Carefree and innocent, Boys, they came and went Now she's here, killing a small life. "All done!" he says with a smile and a final twist of his knife. She knows there's pain, somewhere under there, But she feels nothing as she quickly puts on her underwear. "A hundred dollars please little girl" He says as he washes away the smallest soul she'd ever seen Handed him the *** of bills as if in a dream "Thanks" he says as she quickly runs out the door Thinking she's just another ***** More tears slowly release from her eyes, Telling herself she cannot cry, But the dam bursts for that little life she should have put first A child all her own, she'll never come to know With no where left to call home She walks the dark alley alone.
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
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