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Human incubator


I am here. 
I am bigger and stronger than it. 
Is my worth less than it's?

i guess so. 
because I am here too. 
help me. 
stop helping it. 
help me help me

helpmenotithelpmenotit

never mind 

I don't want help anymore. 
i am going to slip away now. 
its your fault

you made me keep it

did not let me expel it like I wanted

now it is out of me though. 
now you hold it praise it

for ruining me

because even when it was the size of a dime

it was worth more than me

now I lay dying

while you praise it

you do not know that it killed me

not yet

im going to stop trying now

it is better that I die then that neither of us dies

i wish it had been taken out of me months ago. 
But you had claims and accusations 

"it could cure cancer"

"it could become president"

"god made it for a reason, do not kill it"

what about me

what if I was supposed to do those things

what if I was 'posed to cure cancer or be president

didn't god make me for a reason too

nevermind

i will die now

i will die before you ruin my life further

i do die

right in the bed where I pushed the thing out. 
because, it has always been more important than me to you. 
you aren't pro life

you are pro "force a 13 year old girl to die giving birth to her fathers child after 7 years of sexual assault"

I do die

but it doesn't matter to you 

because all that matters to you is the dime sized embryo slowly killing me

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