I was making something so beautiful, so sweet and yet I can't have you become true. Knowing that I couldn't have you broke my heart but knowing your father left from the start broke it some more. Knowing that he never wanted us. Feeling the pain as my body destroys what I can't have for the third time over is life breaking. Not being able to have my own children, it hurts that I can't make my own. See others hurt my heart a little, family is more than blood.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
