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Would she ever understand that I am a murderer? Would she ever understand the fact that I could have a child? That I murdered a child? That I did not give a human being a chance to live? Just because of a stupid mistake of mine, another beautiful being had to take the blame? The fact that I killed someone…I am a murderer. I never gave my beautiful baby a chance to live. I never give anybody a chance. I don’t give myself a chance to forgive myself because what I did was unexplainable. There is no explanation to what I did. My baby had nothing to do with what happened. ‘It’s’ father was of fault…so why did it take the blame? Why must I remind myself each and every day that I killed someone? Why can’t I live a happy life with Nataly by my side? Why can’t I sleep comfortably without having an image of me holding my son or daughter in my arms?
Was I too scared for him? Was I too scared of getting him in trouble? Or was I just another one of his fools? Why didn’t I keep it…? I would be a mother…happier than ever.
Was I too scared for him? Was I too scared of getting him in trouble? Or was I just another one of his fools? Why didn’t I keep it…? I would be a mother…happier than ever.