Who are you?
Who would you have been in life?
I'm sorry it was all taken away from you when you couldn't fight for it yourself.
I hope I get to see you in the future, for who you really are.
I love you...whoever you may be.
Who are you? Who would you have been in life? I'm sorry it was all taken away from you when you couldn't fight for it yourself. I hope I get to see you in the future, for who you really are. I love you...whoever you may be. |
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Must not kill self.
but then none of my friends have anything HUGE against my mom, which her aborted child would have...and I wouldn't be suprised at all.
My mom is a total loser and bitch sometimes...to everybody 0_0
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Art is like your dream,
you can do or make anything with that power.
With just one peice of paper and a pencil,
your dream can become reality.
Although, do not get me wrong, with he way my husbands ex wife is, I am all to grateful to have our little girl, as she was kept over more than 8 abortions....
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But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie... Imagine every eye beholds their blame
William Shakespeare
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Art is like your dream,
you can do or make anything with that power.
With just one peice of paper and a pencil,
your dream can become reality.
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But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie... Imagine every eye beholds their blame
William Shakespeare
who would that sibling be if,
mom didn't kill him/her?
Is my older sibling watching me now and thinking,
I wish I was down there to help my brother and sister?
And, for some reason I keep on getting an older brother in my head..
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Art is like your dream,
you can do or make anything with that power.
With just one peice of paper and a pencil,
your dream can become reality.
--
But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie... Imagine every eye beholds their blame
William Shakespeare
til I can finally see him/her in heaven.
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Art is like your dream,
you can do or make anything with that power.
With just one peice of paper and a pencil,
your dream can become reality.
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But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie... Imagine every eye beholds their blame
William Shakespeare
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