Was the child born the wrong sex, the wrong color? Was the child really put here to suffer? If the timing was wrong, will it ever be right? WE are the mothers, the father, I beg you to protect the child, not clipping such delacate hearts. Dose the child deserve these nightmares,this tear socked pillow? For just being a child? Why do these cries fall on such deft ears,and such shallow hearts? Do they not see this shattered being, standing before them? Open your eyes, and step into the light!
Reason for writing:
those who suffer need to Know that others sufferto and that together maybe some of us can make it alright,if we can
help others see
Birth sign: Not entered
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