Dear Adam,
At school today someone pushed me down the long staircase in the Physiology building. They yelled terrible things.
The baby, well it's gone. I've only been pregnant for a few weeks so it's gone. Gone.
What do you know? I made a terrible girlfriend and a terrible mother. I couldn't protect you from your demons and I couldn't protect my baby from myself. I guess I keep screwing things up.
When will my love be enough to make people stay?
Sad,
Bailey
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