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I'm not like most people i now shoot i'm not like anyone who my friends know. For some reason i always seem to hurt myself and the ones i care about. My friends are my life. I have thought about killing myself but i never did anything because i have my friends by my side. I have alot of flaws. I care to much usaully letting people walk over me because of that. My other major one tha i'm triing to over come is a wall that i keep up. I'm to afraid to let people in. I don't know how to over come myself. So because of that i distant myself from the world. I try hard not to cry but i always seem to dry in the end.

I love to write haiku's

ex.

Someone stares at me

thourgh my window at night

entering my dreams

i wrote that because i sometimes i feel like someone is watching me. Trying to protect me from whatever and i like that feeling so when i read that out loud in my english 1 (i'm a freshman) my class laughed at me. I was deeply hurt but that didn't stop me from writing what comes from my fragile heart. That made me realize when they were laughing at me that i have something there to make me a good writer. When people laugh at my stuff it hurts but it makes me want to be better. Better at anything i want to do. So everytime someone laughs i'm going to become better then i ever imagined. So i'm going to live with that and continue with writing so i can so people a different out look on life.

ABORTION IS WRONG *Bold*

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 am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. 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.
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                                                With love always,

                                                                 Kathryn K.