Four people walk in but only two come out One girl walks in with the spawn of her father the other the result of a drunken night's stuper she can't bring this sort of child into the world she still wants to fit into her size fives two lives stop because of sterilized devices instead of four by someone just guessing decisions of where one life stops and the other begins where's the invisable line between the endometrium and fetus what's life?
Reason for writing:
Honestly, I still don't know which side I stand on, but I guess if a right answer was so obvious, it wouldn't be controversial.
Birth sign: Gemini
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