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ABORTION

                        I formed and completed nine months before I was born

                                     Glad she wasn't kind of an intruder

                                                  Yet I am in my zone

                                          Is abortion right for me to consider

                                     Before someone knows what is going on?

                                             Maybe I am just too naive

                 What if I die crying out loud intentionally ending two lives at a time?

                       I feel so alive Lord fortify me not to sin or commit a crime

                                 This gift is a non-returnable from up above

                                                       Life is precious

                                             The precious product of love

                                   The thing is I cannot predict the future

           If i do it secretly I will still be hunted by own memories for the rest of my life

                          Harmony and agony will always be in the same picture

                             Pretty scary, I never driven down this road before

                     I made a mistake, but do not have to get caught in yesterday

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