unborn child. abortion teenage mom
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I keep telling myself that it's all going to be okay,
I keep saying it's going to get better with each day.
But its all a lie.
How can I move on when I caused you to die?
TITLE: ***My unborn princess*** As i walk towards heaven, all I see is you. The sky is as blue as it can possibly be, and all I see is you. The clouds are as white as snow and still all I see is you. Nothing is as beautiful as you, my dear. Your e