The baby kicks in the womb and the whole world
She sits in the waiting room for the men in
It’s on the other side
The life I cannot find
I want
‘Cause you don’t love Him the way you loved Him
Tell me how this has all come about by chance
Tell
Pulse is racing. Mouth is wording.
Sending up a prayer
Slowly building a tolerance to all the drugs they feed
She says, “I have to get this out.”
“You may not
Those shoes that you wore and that shirt from the
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