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My baby died
Abortions.
Everyone made out like they were so easy
So simple.
No one tells you that your decision becomes a ghost.
No one tells you that you love your child.
The pain of wanting to protect it.
And then the pain of murdering it.
Murdering him.
My baby boy.
Everyone made out like they were so easy
So simple.
No one tells you that your decision becomes a ghost.
No one tells you that you love your child.
The pain of wanting to protect it.
And then the pain of murdering it.
Murdering him.
My baby boy.
Published 6th Jul 2014
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7th Jul 2014 6:47am
sweet girl, i just want to send you transatlantic hugs right now.
p.a.s.s is something they never tell you about when you're preparing for a termination.
here if you need an ear or a
shoulder xo
p.a.s.s is something they never tell you about when you're preparing for a termination.
here if you need an ear or a
shoulder xo
7th Jul 2014 12:46pm
