No to abortion, yes to life...

I feel, I live, I wake up.

Who wants to stop my crying from echoing through the house, from my feet, still so disproportionate to how much I will need to walk, from running through the yard, from feeling the acidic taste capable of making my skin shiver and corroding dreams and words.

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