Love.
Killed before it’s first breath
Bright eyes never allowed to open
Suffocated by fear, doubt, and uncertainty
Never allowed to crawl
To walk
To run, hand in hand with hope
To learn
That the sun shines brightest after the darkest storms
That the prettiest smiles are behind tear-streaked eyes
To experience the pride of overcoming an obstacle to win the
prize
Denied
Never given a chance
Snuffed
Wiped from everything but the heart
Dead
Aborted.
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