The Wish Of A Unborn
I’m in misery as i die do to.the fact I’m trapped inside, not a casket made of wood but of a life that which I have done no good for I’m still alive on the out side but dead to the core because all my parents do.is scorn but i do not care for i will soon be no more, for the thorn has worn down to my vary core so as i say my last words let me warn u not to mourn for me some one who wish is he wasn’t born.
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