Unborn Lives Matter

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This is a letter to my unborn, sorry that you couldn't see the world in human form. Can't plant you seeds but I still adore. Cause it ain't easy when you nigga poor.  
I cry but no one can hear me.  I fight but I'm too small to win. I dream, but don't have the capacity to grow. As they rip me apart, each part of my future fades away.
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