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I read the warnings on the box I knew that I should have been safe I knew that one time should not have been so life altering One month later, I am one week late.. After one test, I know what happened Two months pass, and I tell him. A week before the appointment, I have decided Three days later, the mistake is out The bundle was as large as my fist It was red and white, and dark purple Out of all of this mess, I am left infertile I am left without the choice I am left with 3% against my favor And he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that he has $400 more than he would have If I hadn’t killed it. He doesn’t know that it wasn’t an accidental miscarriage All he knows, is that I am out of his life. This is why I am afraid now.
