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Her eyes sparkle like the moon in the sky

Her skin so soft just as the sand on a beach in the summer

She thought it through and over thought it

How could it take her so long to notice

She has the symptoms, though there is no cure.

She must carry through, no matter how hard.

She knew the outcome, she knew this would happen.

This girl shall conceive if it’s the last she will do

It’s not about her anymore

It’s not her choice

It was her decision

And she must carry it out

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