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Hi, my name is Breanah
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| Created: 2009-07-17 13:22:52 |
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Spirits run across across this page,
Blank and unwritten mysteries.
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Eyes stare from broken heads,
Wishing only to fall apart.
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Unwilling lives growing stronger,
Day by day they turn.
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Until the guilty party, filled with nonsense,
Diminishes all they had inside them.
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The cries and screams of what should have been,
Are drowned out by the machines buzzing.
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The mother doesn't hear apologies,
for all she does is weep.
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A mistake once made,
A mother torn apart.
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All that didn't need to be done,
Was the promising of payback.
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This poem in its weird way, is supposed to be about aborition. i don't really no if it ties together but still |
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