I have this dark, darkness that’s inside me
,but your child grows within.
It’s like he’s washing away all my sins. I prayed for a change and he gave me him.
The most beautiful creation to take in.
I won’t let you crush him.
I won’t let you kill me. The stem.
You broke me into a million pieces. It’s okay I’m like a broken mirror.
Once you break me theirs nothing
,but bad luck to take in.
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