Mom,
it´s so cold here
There is silence
and an emptiness of you
I smell flowers
It's very close to me
I am dressed,
But I'm not really here
Mom,
What happened?
How can I say
That something died
If it was never born
That my tiny body
Didn't have a chance to grow
Mom,
I wish I had the opportunity
To be born and live.
Mom,
I'm not guilty
Of anything,
But I was sentenced
To death before being born.
It's so cold here, mom.
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