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The story of the unborn.
I am in a pitch black room with no doors no windows, I am all alone. I keep on wondering why I am here in the first place, but then I remember then I wish that I could forget that fateful day. But I can’t forget it no matter how hard I try. I always remember ….. All of my broken dreams and my forgotten life well if I had one…. I am an aborted child killed by my own mother. I mean when she found out that I was coming she thought that I was a disgrace but I didn’t know that she wanted to kill me well until it was too late. Now all I have are broken dreams but oh how I wanted to see my mother’s face for the first time and that she would finally accept my existence and that I would feel the warmth of the world’s arms holding me, accepting me….. But all I got was the cold arms of death itself. So you people out there you’re lucky at least you feel alive but that won’t be for long for you won’t know when death will show up at your door step and say that time is up. So whenever you should treasure every moment of your life for death can be predictable.
- by Sullen namina123 |
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- | Submitted on 01/06/2012 |
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- Title: the story of the unborn
- Artist: Sullen namina123
- Description: this is a story that is about how an unborn baby would feel just staying in one place until the end of time and trying to remember what had happenend then wishing that it had never thought of it ........ oh great now i am ruining the story for you guys........so enough writing and reading thats what i sometimes say. so start reading and enjoy. please subscribe.
- Date: 01/06/2012
- Tags: story unborn
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