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The conflicted mother

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I stared at my child that lay in my bosom,

The seed of my girth,

Oh what am I to do?

Abandon it?


Oh how stressful,

I coed gently,

Stroking her hair,

Loving her,

But hating myself,

How could this have happened,

My life shattered in pieces,

My lover, the one who had once cared for me,

Now left me, alone with a broken heart,

What am I to do,

She woke up,

Hues of grey and blue stared up at me,

I made my decision,

Left the child where I had laid.

A decision that will haunt me every day.

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