If children are the blessings in a person's life, then why aren't I? Why couldn't I be loved the same?
Was it because I failed, or
made a mistake?
Was it because you failed, or
made a mistake?
Or,
is it just the fact that
I wasn't made from love?
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Puisi"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
