To lose one inside you
is the worst thing.
But to lose another
is unbearable.
To have a living one
growing inside of your body
then to find out
that they are dead.
They are gone in heaven
but yet still there.
So living inside you
they are a constant reminder.
Why does it have to be this way?
Why can't it all be okay?
What will I do if I lose this one too?


I didn't have a miscarriage but my friend did. This is a poem to express the
pain that I feel for her! Loves you bud!

 
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