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Guilt is a sword stained
with the blood of unborn children
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It comes like a wave. and it drowns you before you even know.
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The night is shattered by the dawn
Letting loose the singing birds of the morning
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Mom! Look I am starting to grow! It has been twenty-four hours and you don’t even know that I am here yet!
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i sat in that waiting room
as women much older than me began to cry
knowing soon their babes would die
by nekoxchik
27 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 25 11:30 PM. In Pain, Personal, Sad, Death, Longing, Loss, Children, Goodbyes, Angry, abortion
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"He that saith,I know Him,
And keepeth not HIS commandments,
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It seems just like yesterday, Tears of joy,history was making,
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I am an one baby army,
I don't have any weapon.
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She was innocent,and you were wrong, Thou putteth her into Abortion,
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"...I WILL OPEN MY MOUTH IN PARABLES..."
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My Father hast been watching,
While you let me suffering.
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"...I WILL OPEN MY MOUTH IN PARABLES..."
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I wonder what you would have been The color hair you'd have
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by DarkbladDeathStrike
32 lines,
on Aug 20 4:07 PM. In Personal, Life, Sad, Pain, Dark, Spiritual, Adult, Escape, Humanity, Abortion
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You might have made a mistake, You might have been drunk,
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You abide by his code because he’s your man. You dwell within poverty but he still looks to expand.
by Dark passenger
15 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 18 9:16 AM. In War, Angry, Hate, Loss, Death, Life, Sad, Pain, Dark, Abortion, Sex, Kill, Mercy
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Today I will close my eyes and see armed guards. Today I will spend hours in a waiting room.
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It may not have meant much to you
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Sin of the father;
Choice of the mother…
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Tiny unfinished fingers A tiny little life
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Isn't it strange how some people can be so heartless?
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from the way you raised me, and the through the things i yearned over the years. i began to adapt the moral code of what is right and wrong. though is it fair for me to go against that for what is better, rather than what is
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A pro-choice contratiction
(A little redundant, i think)
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Can we call it a statistic?
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the scraped uterus of her non-mother is screaming
life so quickly taken from its walls
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Never got to cry
Never got to laugh
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"I've got two daughters... if they make a mistake, I don't want them punished with a baby."
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