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No one can understand the pain that I feel

No one can understand the pain that I feel, or the way that this decision was against my will. As I walk down the street, I see all the little feet. As I walk down the street, my heart breaks piece by piece. Knowing very well that my child is no longer with me. And when I see these mothers hold their kids, my heart bursts out into tears and wants to scream. Scream, because it isn't fair that I don't get to hold you. Scream, because it isn't fair to not be able to kiss your forehead. I am jealous of all these mothers who take their children for granted. I am mad at those who resent their kids. I am mad at those who wish they didn't have their kids. Why? You may ask. Because you have a child that I would give the world to have. Because you have the opportunity to love your own creation and you don't see how lucky you are for that. Maybe it's just my anger speaking. But one thing I know. My little angel will forever be in my heart. Rest in peace, my little bean.

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