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by sarahjayne Jul 31, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
\"What is wrong with me Mommy, why do you choose to ignore; this Embryo that I call me, the one you\'ll soon Abort? You\'ve been told by many people, that I\'m not even alive; yet the beating of my heart, proves their words\' are only lies. I know you never wanted, a child in your\' life; but it is not your\' choice to make, if I should live or die. You do not even believe, that I\'m alive and growing fast; and soon the only thing I\'ll be, is a memory from your\' past. I can hear the doctor say to you, \"This will all be over soon\"; and my underdeveloped brain still knows, my very existence is doomed. \"Are you sure that this baby, will totally be pain free\"; The doctor smiles as he says, \"It won\'t feel anything. Now put your\' feet in the stirrups, it won\'t take me very long; I\'ve preformed hundreds of abortions, and nothing has ever gone wrong\". My Mommy does as she is told, and the doctor inserts a tube; it pulls at my fragile arm\'s and leg\'s, as I\'m sucked from my Mothers\' womb. Piece\'s of my body, are vacuumed out as dust; I was the result of a one-night stand, a victim of my Mothers\' lust. Then my tiny heart stops beating, as I cease to live and grow; and I think before I begin to die, \"Oh Mommy, I love you so\".