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life


Life My life, our lives is full of mysteries Someday we spent nights crying in the restroom and someday we'll be enjoying pastries. Somedays we are with our friends, forgetting everything that's been going on in life Living the moment they say But somedays we are alone, and the thoughts take over your mind and then what? Who will be there? The father who cares more about the society than his own child or the mother who loves you but is too scared of what the society will say Say about what you may ask and I say my pregnancy. I lost my first child, oh baby how much I miss you How much I wish I could feel you kick like I use to But now you're gone, baby and all I've is memories Memories of your first kick.. I left them for you, oh! please believe me I did and the day I left their house is the day you left me. Today is Mother's Day, and I am here in my restroom crying because I miss my baby, thinking he would have wished me next year but now, its all over my baby is gone No one to say i love you mommy or to wish me next year Its okay though baby, I know you will be safe with Him He needed you up there more than I, you little angel of mine A star that shines every day at night, I pretend is you and talk to every night before my I fall sleep after saying I miss you..
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