Originally posted by jusgal:
[b]cry from the unborn
Before i started smelling the open air
i was flushed out
feeling helpless...
i end my life even before i could start mine
why am i not given the chance to even see the world
if only i had the chance
i tell u my dad & mom i love u [/b]
Yes! This is the kind of poem I was talking about. 
My kind of poem.
But you don't have to follow my advice. Follow your heart.
