The Darkest, Most Upsetting Abortion Story You’ll Ever Read
I saw my child. She got hands, and legs. I held her in my hands while I cried my lungs out. What have I done?
I grew up around illiterate people. I have always enjoy writing since I was a kid because it is the only time I am able to speak what is on my mind.
I saw my child. She got hands, and legs. I held her in my hands while I cried my lungs out. What have I done?