I'm so sorry; it hurts. I just wanted to say hello little child. My child; our child. I wanted so much to bring you home. To feed you, to watch you all grown. To take you to school; to watch you graduate. I wanted to hear about your first date. You'd be loved; I'd see to that. I'd always be there, if you wanted to chat. To teach you how to hit a baseball; to throw; to catch or do nothing at all. I just thought I'd say hello little child; more like goodbye. You see your would-be mommy left me, and I just want to die. She knows I love her, but sometimes it matters little. You see little one feelings are old. What is one day fresh love; can quickly grow cold. I thought it forever; now ache fills my heart. I don't want to live, if we are apart. Child, I wished it not like this, but it looks done and said; Never to meet you, for tomorrow I'll be dead. -
Reason for writing:
Shattered dreams
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