In the beginning she was a baby held safe against her mother’s breast, She was raised well her parents did their best. They sent her to school at the tender age of five, With all the school shootings they worried if she would come back alive. But she made it through all the way to highschool, She was mommy’s angel and daddy’s too. Her barbies and dolls turned into trips to the mall, She wanted the world, she wanted it all. She began to hang out with the wrong crowd, Her parents were starting to feel not so proud. She made some bad choices, got involved with drugs, She began sleeping around with some abusive thugs. It turns out this baby was about to have a baby of her own, She became so confused, she felt so alone. But somehow she pulled through, Her baby boy now the age of two. She turned her life around and tried to do things right, Until she got a call from her doctor one night. Her mistakes have come back to claim her pretty face, Eventually three letters took her to her final resting place. Her parents struggled with the question why? What did they do wrong? Why did their baby have to die?Birth sign: Pisces
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