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Life was my dream,

and it did seem

that I would reach

my goal, but I

was incorrect in assuming

that I would not die

before I was born.

my death is looming

before me, in the form of abortion.

Lord, hear my cries, hear my screech

of pain and torment, as I violently die.

My life is not worth that of an insect,

in my own mother’s eye,

it would seem.