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Unborn Child

MY CHILD, I SPEAK TO YOU FROM THE GRAVE I AM YOUR MOTHER, A BLACK WOMAN OF PRESTIGE YOUR FATHER ABANDONED US EAT, DRINK FROM MY WOMB NOURISHED MY NUTRIENTS OF FRUITS I CAN'T GIVE YOU LIFE, MY CHILD I DON'T WON'T YOU BORN I FEEL THE FETUS OF YOU GROWING INSIDE OF ME LIFE IS WHAT YOU NOT TO SEE OF ME THE EMBYRO OF YOU IS GONE ALL MY SEEDS IS DESTOYED FROM YOU YOU HAVE NO NAME I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE HEAR MY VOICE, MY CHILD I'M SPEAKING TO YOU FROM MY WOMB YOUR LIFE WILL BE GONE YOUR BIRTH FLUSHED FROM MY BODY LOOK UP AT ME, MY CHILD FROM MY WOMB I AM NO LONGER YOUR MOTHER YOU ARE NOW A UNBORN CHILD

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