I killed my twins.

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    I killed my twins.

    Today I saw a picture of baby twins.
    I'm not sure why but I felt like my heart was stabbed with a thousand pins.
    I hate being without you.
    Your the only one who'd actually hep me through.
    I want you to hold me when I cry
    I feel so broken like I might just die
    Why does it have to hurt so bad?
    Why does it always make me so sad?
    Why do I cry my self to sleep?
    Why does the pain have to be so deep?
    My body is being riped limb from limb
    and seton is right behind me with his evil little grin
    So I go wash up so that he won't win
    and hopefully god will erase my horrible sin
    I didn't protect them quit enough
    and its all my fault , I think i was to ruff
    I killed my twins and they were never even born
    and now I scream that I sorry while my body is being torn!

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    Skizalet commented on I killed my twins.

    11-01-2009

    I really like your poem. It really touched me concidering I have twins.
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    cmlestrade commented on I killed my twins.

    08-01-2009

    You did not kill your twins. That was God's will not yours. also, you are not going to die, you are physically and emotionally stroner than that. You need to check the spelling and grammar.Strong emotions coming forth overall a very good effort.
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    fathi1943 commented on I killed my twins.

    07-29-2009

    Rhyme and spelling need revision. Emotional as usual, but stop lashing yourself at such a young age. To err is human, to forgive divine. You need to pull up yourself and let a bad experience behind. Sure it is not the end of the world. Your future might be much brighter than you can imagine. Have faith in God.
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