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Gedicht 
didnt care what they were doing. They had their fun no responisbility. They knew what could happen, knew I could be made. They just didnt care. But now its too late. My mommy and me are lying in a light, scary room. Mommy knows Ill be gone soon. And I can feel mommys happines, about me beeing gone. I am sad, because mommy and daddy made me and now they dont want me to be theirs. The doctor tells my mommy everything will be okay. But it wont. There is a scary instrument comming towards me. It pulls on my arms and legs and it hurts me. I scream but nobody hears me. ITS THE SILIENT SCREAM OF AN UNBORN CHILD!!!! |
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