I breathed my last breath, for I knew this would be the end. Ripped & torn from the warmth of my mothers uterus, NEVER to return again. As she said "Go ahead doctor" I screamed NO! Stop. Then she touched her stomach, breathed & said I can't.. I can't.. I can't believe i'm going through with this. I've already dealt with the sickness of breeding one child why can't it be another? Stress, heartache, & depression all from one mistake. Cutting my skin so that I can cover the pain of being knocked up at the age of 14! Then I reply simply Mommy, i'm here. I'm here for you. We can make it together, pressed against her vagina like summer weather. She doesn't know yet, but I know we got that clinic type love. Where I cry but she doesn't care. I scream but she can't hear me. I smile & she knows that nothing is more important than me coming. Whether its through the dark, the light, the tears, the smiles. I am pain. I am death. I am a fighter. Shit, basically I AM Pro Life
VivaLaJiucy ~
Out of four posts, THREE make reference to cutting/bleeding! Who do you know that does that?? Better not be you!
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