Pre-Mature
he enters this world,
and takes his first breath.
not knowing,
that was the start of his death.
he is so very young,
and wont get to experiance life.
he wont get a job,
wont even be a husband to a wife.
this is so sad,
in the beginning,
his life is so weak,
and its already ending.
the chances are,
that he wont live.
]his mother knew,
that she had more to give.
yet now hes sitting in an incubator,
so helpless and small.
its his mommys fault,
for doing drugs and drinking alcohol.
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