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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Pain manifests deep inside my chest, Burning through me unforeseen. Every bodily organ bursting to explode, My heart, the lungs and spleen. She lived inside, so delivered to an earthly reside, Which is now up for question. Please, oh god, I can't live without My tiny little affection. Vital to existence, She controls my every move to demise. Still, future days and discarding nights, With her, are left very compromised. A devastating diet depression, Never would I hunger for another bite. Famished from family fatigue, These eyes of the tigress face to fight. If I lose, the loser not only I, I'll be left to cry over a dual life tragedy. As more time proceeds, the edge of terror, Approaches, ever so gradually. She breathes my blood, And laughs my pain. Cries my worries, and her smiles my gain. What will I do if I lose a love, deeper than stares can see? What will ever become of her, And God, what should of me? Beg on my hands and knees, With my head to the ground, If I was born a man, I'd surrender power, loyalty and crown! However, spirit is in feminine step, Agony in depth, and forever left roaming the earth, Take my baby, recognize not maybe, My faith and choice granted birth! A mauling quarry, daughter left to worry, Aside from this critical plea, Not for court of any sort, But for shae, I'll be the best mother I can be! Have mercy, if you take Shae, in grave I will lay, might as well bury me… But beware of this, Unless final bliss, I'll fight with every last hint of life, Don't count on me to flee!
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