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Dead daysYou're over pouring with guilt. Raining everywhere. All you needed was time to fill that missing part of you was that... That you killed. Aborting it away out of you. So innocent and pure did nothing wrong that baby did not choose to be born. You made it by not thinking clearly. Now it's days are dead. Not a chance to see it's life. Life dead before it could be alive. Now see you... Can never ever ever ever feel whole again. You got your own family, but still wonder what it could have been like having an older kid to help what he or she would look like. Would she/he be clever, silly or nutty, develop a sense of fashion or read your mind. Now you cry every night and pray for the child who never lived. For the rest of your life... The past will never go it will be hung on your life. For the rest of your living days. Dead as days can tell you'd rather be dead, but you can't hurt your kids. That child you flushed is nothing to you now no it means the world to you NOW. You wonder what it will be like to be whole again. You're lucky to have all those kids. Some have one chance and they lose it be having an abortion... Thank god you have your children... Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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