baby rape miscarriage grief love hate confusion twisted
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Late at night my soul Cries and Weeps .
laying in my bed I hope He doesn't Creep
into my room or onto my bed waiting for the "midnight" Treat.
Holding my legs and eyes tight Shut
I lost a babyBy the man who raped meAnd they said it saved meBut how could that beWhen that baby was meWhen that baby was mineAnd staying strong for herWas how I’d been ‘fine’
