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[hometext] => PLEASE comment! :) And I will comment on yours as well, of course.
[bodytext] => Sitting in the back of my history class My body racking with silent sobs and pain Terrified tears rolling down my cheeks Contractions coming faster, again and again Praying for the bell to ring So I can get out of this place And find someone who can help me Through my agony, torment, and disgrace Even with my head down I hear my teacher approach Knowing I need help, I turn to her She gently holds me close She takes me out to the hallway And I explain what has transgressed Eight months ago I was raped By another teacher, I confess I was afraid to tell anyone I didn't want to cause them pain My family had already been through so much Another problem might drive them insane It embarrassed me to be pregnant Even though I did nothing wrong I already loved the life inside of me I felt that, for him or her, I had to stay strong But into premature labor I went The anguish was more than I could bear So I explained to her what had transgressed I had never been more scared To the hospital we went In a whirl of pain, tears, and fright After hours of undescribable agony, I delivered I had a little girl that night I will never forget the look on her face Her beautiful blue eyes and adorable smile It sounds cheesy, but words cannot describe The love I felt, and feel, for that child [comments] => 5 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 65 [informant] => NightOwl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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