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Mommy, why'd you abort me?Dear Mommy,Mommy, why'd you abort me? by bellacullen124
I learned who I was going to be today. You were going to name me Mirabella, the name you had always wanted to give to your baby if you had a girl. You loved the name because it was unusual and you always wanted a daughter who would stand out of the crowd. Id have looked like daddy with my brown hair and blue eyes but I would have had your face. Youd want to spend every moment with me from the minute I was born and I would love you.
On my first day of kindergarten, Id cling to your leg but once you finally pried me off, I would have so much fun at school that Id never want to leave. Id get straight As all through school and Id spend a lot of time reading. That always gave you something to brag about since none of the other kids would ever read. I would have had quite an overactive imagination and you would constantly tell me I should write some of the books that I read.
You and daddy would look so proud on my first day of high school
you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you. by estallidos
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
And how many dogs do I have?
Two, he says, and she laughs wildly at his luck as he nuzzles her neck.
Im trying to save you, she tells him, pushing fruitlessly against his broad shoulders. So you dont wa
we're all glass bottles.1.we're all glass bottles. by Amertie
somewhere, there is a superhero meant for me, clad in a black cape and hope, adrenaline jumping in iron veins.
we could be a racing river, and no dam could ever hold us in. we could be a fire that no one could put out (i'd be the ashes if he'd be the flame), or maybe even a gust of wind that no wall could ever stop.
maybe we could live in a cave, away from the noise and pain, or maybe we'd live in the clouds and eat dreams all day. maybe we could catch fireflies and pray for the lights to stay lit another moment, just so we could finally hang onto something.
maybe i'd learn to bottle my fears and doubts - and then, maybe, i'd break the bottles and everything they hold. maybe i'd close my eyes and find comfort in the silence, or maybe he'd teach me it's okay not to fly. maybe he'd teach me how to be happy on the ground.
somewhere, there is a superhero meant for me;
but it's a shame he's not here.
it's a shame he'll never save me.
the sky is empty tonight, just like my heart.