Poetry
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Unborn |
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She's so young; she's not even born They call her an it, she doesn't even have a gender Just wait a few days/weeks, though But she'll have to wait 9 months for a name She's called an accident, a mistake to fix When I know she's a miracle to be loved Why does she have to be the one to blame, called a choice
When today there's a chance
to be save. By: Monica
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