Small Bump (being re-written)
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Last published Tue, Nov 25, 2014
He held the small of my back as we left the hospital,my small bump now none existant and I didn't even have my child in my arms,it wasn't here,it couldnt stay strog enough to pull to see the daylight.
And for that moment I felt emptiness,everything was gone.
Zayn guided me back to the car as the tears streamed down my face that was now discoloured,my whole body was dying inside,if not already dead;alarming fans that were close by. I knew this was going to spark some sort of rumor.
But you know what? I didn't care.
I want nothing more than to die.
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