A child is lost, unable to cry whisked far away, no-one knew why her crime had a cost, she saw on that day she had many a child, their fate she knew not she lived her life wild, all her children forgot Kelly Kasper-Blake 2001 Advertisements
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When you give them away, do you know where they go? Do you know who might touch them? and in what kind of way? Will they know where they’ve come from? or know their birth name? Do you think they’ll be cherished? and loved everyday? When they hurt will you feel it? as if it’s …
It is so very difficult to go back and face the past. Wounds that have healed begin to bleed again. My heart hurts and my soul weeps at all the loss that I have suffered throughout the years. Even the good thoughts make me cry because I know I can’t ever go back to that …
