Mary's p.o.v
A stomach full of heartache,
a handful of bloody tears.
Looming grief, a distant memory,
a constant thorn in my side.
They say you will not last
a day. How will they feel
if the lord takes you before
you are born?

Mary's p.o.v
A stomach full of heartache,
a handful of bloody tears.
Looming grief, a distant memory,
a constant thorn in my side.
They say you will not last
a day. How will they feel
if the lord takes you before
you are born?
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