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Losing Baby
I lost my baby.
My egg.
My seed.
A part of me has returned back to
God to me with mommy again .(one day)
Friend said the lord felt it wasn't my season.
I thank him. Thank You for sparing me LORD
from being stabbed with a sword, I couldn't have fought against.
The baby wouldn't have been a pain
but a gain and life right now with a child would have been a strain
And I can hardly maintain for myself.
So when it's our divine appointment pretty baby.
We're going to shine and illuminate the planet like the Sun and the Moon.
Written by Maleeka M.
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