baby loss
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I woke up one morning covered in red,
but this was different. Everything made sense now, the sickness.
My angel gone. It wasn't supposed to go like this. I wasn't supposed
I didn't know you were here
until you had gone.
I didn't get to say hello,
only goodbye.
I didn't get to love you,
until you could only be loved.
Only seven weeks with us,
