I'm so sorry; it hurts. I just wanted to say hello little child. My child; our child; unborn child. I wanted so much to bring you home. To feed you, to watch you all grown. To to take you to school, to watch you graduate. To hear all about that exciting 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, yet sometimes that matters little. You see child, 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 it means living 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:
lost Hopes and Dreems .....
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