Unborn Geschichten

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Are there always streams of tiny lights even in the dark? what if the Night is blacker than you can imagine! what happens to my destiny during the darkest night? will there be light at the end of this tunnel? find out, this is not just a story! its a Super Story! life touching and life changing one.

An examination on an insightful poem about abortion.

Sometimes I ask myself; "why am I here? Why am I living in this world? Who said I have to come here, to this world, living this life? Did anybody ask me if I wanted to come here? Did I have another choice? Did I have the chance to decide where and how to live? Did I choose this life? What was It first like? Do I come from another world? Was I living another life in another place from another world? Did i-..." These questions are always in my mind. They're making me crazy. I can't stop myself from wanting to know the answer. But my problem is not the answers to these questions. My problem is life. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in this world. No, I don't want to suicide. I don't want immortality either. All I want is to undo anything I've done all these years, wash the memory of myself off of people's mind and go back to where I came from. I don't want any Nina Wellington To live in this world. I don't want to be born. So this is my story, this is how I try to unborn myself. -Nina Wellington

- This piece was written with creative assistance from ChatGPT, an AI by OpenAI, based on my personal concept and vision. - Photos in the poems do not describe or show the true images of family members Poems: 1. A Changeling's Cradle 2. Ten- Year Drift 3. Masks at the Table 4. For My Eldest Sister 5. For My Sister Beyond the Veil 6. To My Youngest Brother 7. For My Papa 8. For My Mama 9. Exposed Shadows

It is about a child's thoughts before they are born.

Little Poems I wrote. Mix of everything, from heartbreak to happiness. Please give me feedbacks and let me know what keep of poems I should write.

The world through the eyes of an unborn child.

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here is an intro of my coming poem dedicated to my unborn child. it's still under construction.

The title speaks for itself. Four years later of me being without my son. Read on . Actual events and you'll learn more about me along the way.

Following the mysterious death of their father, sisters Isla and Margot are propelled into a life on the run. With their safety never a guarantee, the two narrowly avoid relentless agents, intent on their capture. They find a small community as the rush of the hunt dies. Finally at peace, they grow into adulthood. And then things get really interesting.

What does it mean to be pro life?