I'm a proud alzheimer and demencia research, the purplele bracelet on my right wrist reads "A reason to hope"
there is no point in writing about myself...
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Abortion is Wrong!!
Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your
heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad
too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a
lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my
fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it
too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it?
It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
. .
Month Seven
Mommy, I'm not okay. I'm dead, how could you be so mean? Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. Take this and if you have a heart, place this on your page.
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there is no point in writing about myself...
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Abortion is Wrong!!
Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your
heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad
too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a
lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my
fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it
too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it?
It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
. .
Month Seven
Mommy, I'm not okay. I'm dead, how could you be so mean? Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. Take this and if you have a heart, place this on your page.
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- Member since August 12, 2008.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 80 comments.
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, and quote is "blessed be your day". - I am a girl from Washington (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm hanging with friends.
- I am in the groups So you want comments, Urdu And Hindi Writers and Readers
- I have 80 comments, 1 contest, 69 poems, 7 stories, 4 journals
My Poetry
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sometimes i wonder why I'm here
because it doesn't feel so right -
Here I sit..no lay, on my bed
trying to think of something once said,15 lines, 1 comment, August 12, 2009
My Stories
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I looked at my bestfriend carefully as she stepped out of the macy's dressing room, she had on a gold dress that fit her tightly, it draped across the floor and made her seem to glow even more than regular.1408 lines, June 16, 2009. In <600 words
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It has been about 3 years since that day,
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762 lines, 5 comments, February 4, 2009. In 600-2000 words
My journal entries
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After many months of thinking that my tonsil's were failing we finally saw a throat specialist. The doctor went over my symptoms with me until we came down to the best logical explanation, I unfortunately, like my father..have acid reflux. I began to feel better but then.. by the 3rd I had become even worse, myMay 5, 2009, In Sick. 100 words. → Make first comment?
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Ramona"ladyhawke"Winterton died on the date of 3/28/09 at 12:43am from heart failure. Ramona was the mother of 8 (now grown) children, the second oldest being my father. I'm not exactly sure how many grandchildren she has (alot more than 8) but her first greatgrandchild is being birthed in about 7 months... Ram
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I'm so fucking clumsy it isn't even funny! So I had to do some makeup work for p. e today, I did an hour of yoga then walked to the treadmill. I kept walking for about 50 minutes -BAM- I hit the tread harshly and tried to pick myself back up, only falling back down.. I stood quickly and examined my wrist and knees.
