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Children are what preserves families
A blessing and gift from God
Sign of His favor
Inheritance
Life and joy
They bring comfort and support
Innocence
A house filled with laughter
Is a home full of children
They are like arrows in a quiver
In a hands of a warrior
They are to be cherished and loved
Children are rewards
Treasure them
A blessing and gift from God
Sign of His favor
Inheritance
Life and joy
They bring comfort and support
Innocence
A house filled with laughter
Is a home full of children
They are like arrows in a quiver
In a hands of a warrior
They are to be cherished and loved
Children are rewards
Treasure them
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Just me
Sparkling lights. Twinkling eyes. Her golden hair wrapped around her neck like a warm scarf. A gentle breeze would've been enough to knock me over in this moment. My throat was clogged with unspoken words and wishes. The night had only just begun and yet it felt like an eternity.
"Come with me" she whispered. A siren couldn't have been more convincing.
We walked through the dusk soaked town. Past the maroon painted bridge, past the cars with their blinding lights. My body was above water but I felt drowned. Muffled sounds of logic echoed and blurred visions of rationality desperately appeared before me. I couldn't understand them. Her cool
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looking inward
And then the day came
The day my mind opened
Just the smallest of a break
So that I could see inside my own thoughts,
As if I were an outsider looking in.
And what I discovered
Was truly disturbing...
A Pandoras box
Of jumbled thoughts
Of half planned ideas.
This tiny crack revealed
A child's misunderstanding
Of what was true
And what was not.
I saw that I allowed others
To control my every action
My every thought
As if they owned me.
I saw how I let others lead me/use me.
How I trusted so easily
To totally trust
Without reason. I saw the people I had let into my life
I saw them as they really were
Life suckers who had almost drained
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Gone
It's like a punch in my gut
A hole in my throat
Cotton in my head
I can't seem to accept the reality
I see your grave
I sit in your empty chair
Watch as your room became just a memory
The old photos of us smiling
The memories of us laughing
The old songs we used to sing
It both haunts and comforts me
Life has never been easy
But now it'll be so much harder
Time became my enemy
Fooling me into believing I had so much more
Just turn the clock back
Rewind the tapes of those happy memories once more
Come back to me
Tell me it'll all be ok.
But there's a sting in my heart
And it reminds me you're gone
I know this pain will be with me always
How co
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STOP KILLING MY CHILDREN!
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I agree with you to say no because your killing a life and that's probably hurts god, if you don't want the child give the child to a person who can't have a child of there own or experience pregnancy like some women who just kill them because there a burden.