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Unplanned, yes it's true,


Unplanned, yes it's true,

I have cried my tears and accepted my fate. 

What does that have to do with you?

Why do you only give me hate?

I've endured the too personal

I've gone through the pain

All the advise, almost burnable

Now my name will always carry that stain

I am no less than any other

Only praying to make it through today

Does that make me less of a mother? 

Don't worry our future is underway 

I may not be innocent as a dove

But my family is filled with love

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