The choices I made were my own 

The path I took was my choice 

The things I did, the things I used 

Were like drugs 

Pregnancy was not my choice, yet you threw it at me 

But  to let it die was my choice 

The pain 

The regret

The shame 

The lies

The promises I made 

For better or worst, I lived everyday appreciating what I could've have had. 


This poem is about: 
My family


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