War torn baby

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By Wiccanfaerie

mama do you love me? yes, yes i do i love you, you are my child my parenst risked their live to get to the hospital we have no money and we have no food outside we hear yelling they're yelling, and yelling and yelling and then.. ...BOOM! i hear my mama cry my papa tried to comfort her, but it's no use my limbs are deformed i'm breathing i'm fighitng i want to be strong! the doctors say I won't survive so i have to die... ...but i want to live

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