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October 22, 2012

I hid real well

All my feelings in a shell

Tossed to the side

I pretended to have pride

I lost and it KILLS me

Mentally and emotionally breaking me ever so slowly

I can't just forget this

Three babies remind me of everything I will miss

Why not number three?

I didn't want to have that baby

I wasn't allowed to kill her

I think you forgot who we were

You told me we don't believe in abortion back then

I wasn't mentally prepared back when

I begged to keep the fourth and it be the last

But I'm spinning because it all happened so fast