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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