A lost soul A life left unlived Her life was all to take Nothing was to give Not wanting to hold her hand Not wanting to look at her face If she was to be wasted Why did this happen in the first place? Not even a look Not even a touch She'd only be her for a moment Because life was to much
Reason for writing:
Abortion. I think it is sooo wrong. Does anyone agree?
Birth sign: Not entered
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