Why make children if you aren't willing to raise them?
Imagine being that child who was created but only in the moment of pleasure by your parents. Growing up unwanted and neglected is unexplainable pain. Questioning your existence, questioning why your parents aren't raising you. Or maybe your parents are raising you they're just doing a half-baked job. It sucks.
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PoetryAll poems are written by me. Yes they might seem cheesy but they have so much meaning and are personal to me.
