War torn baby, by Wiccanfaerie
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mama do you love me?
yes, yes i do
i love you, you are my child
my parenst risked their live to get to the hospital
we have no money and we have no food
outside we hear yelling
they're yelling, and yelling and yelling and then..
...BOOM!
i hear my mama cry
my papa tried to comfort her, but it's no use
my limbs are deformed
i'm breathing
i'm fighitng
i want to be strong!
the doctors say I won't survive
so i have to die...
...but i want to live |
Posted: 2009-08-23 14:57:24 UTC |
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