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Thirteen week bump, Thirty four week lump. Tummy flutters, Excited mutters. Boy or a Girl, Ultrasound swirl. "Wow! Congratulations". Silent commiserations... Her friends all excited, and she not invited. Scream at the smiling, hurt from the beguiling, of the unknowing monsters. The mothers and fathers, of children not quite existing, egg like and nesting. They don't know her agony, being in perfect anonymity.   but it eats her insides, like a child that resides, or once did. So she logs off of Facebook Where she can only look and then logs back on again Does she enjoy this pain? One day she cracked and her emotions hacked through her rational thought and she gasps like fish just caught Shhh, It is okay. It is okay one point seven second delay Delete it now. You stupid cow! What were you thinking? Oh you've been drinking. Facebook friends and their mid twenty trends You will have yours one day Like Anne, who was thirty three? Just log off now and get on with life. I can't... Oh look Hannah has a wife!
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Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 4:24 PM UTC
Facebook - addiction, pain, misery, Like (y)
Thirteen week bump, Thirty four week lump. Tummy flutters, Excited mutters. Boy or a Girl, Ultrasound swirl. "Wow! Congratulations". Silent commiserations... Her friends all excited, and she not invited. Scream at the smiling, hurt from the beguiling, of the unknowing monsters. The mothers and fathers, of children not quite existing, egg like and nesting. They don't know her agony, being in perfect anonymity.   but it eats her insides, like a child that resides, or once did. So she logs off of Facebook Where she can only look and then logs back on again Does she enjoy this pain? One day she cracked and her emotions hacked through her rational thought and she gasps like fish just caught Shhh, It is okay. It is okay one point seven second delay Delete it now. You stupid cow! What were you thinking? Oh you've been drinking. Facebook friends and their mid twenty trends You will have yours one day Like Anne, who was thirty three? Just log off now and get on with life. I can't... Oh look Hannah has a wife!
copyright Erica Statham 14/02/2011
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Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 4:24 PM UTC
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