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Letters to my unborn
for tonight i sit down and write, a letter so close,straight from my heart.
the harsh reality of life closing on to me, for the fear i have for my unborn child....
the sickness,the pain,the misery,the suffering, the hatred would be the paint that will colour the life of the innocent canvas. i wish a child would never be born in the state the world is right now.. brothers against brothers and the rest of the world is too blind to see whats goin on,why must we give hate to the little infants?why must we kill ourselves?why must we paint the innocences life in blood?
this tainted world that we live in,it hard to carry on,but life and creation has to go on like i have promise to hold on while cradling the thought of my unborn in my arms and the letter i once wrote to my unborn.....
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