Never Ending Cycle
Is it her fault for not being able to love herself enough,
or is it our fault for not showing her enough love?
Whatever her idea of love is,
that unborn child will soon be a product of it.
So if love is telling her that she made a mistake, and we'll help her through it;
then love is also raising that child to think they are a mistake,
that we've learned to deal with.
The very definition of love has been contorted,
and hails to the predicaments of the present.
So that child will love itself,
but by then,
love won't mean a thing.
And the cycle begins again.
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