A poem

I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP AT NITE, WISHIN I COULD HOLD U TITE. THE TEARS THAT GENTLY FALL FROM ME, R 4 THE BABY I'LL NEVER C. THE PAIN INSIDE ME U'L NEVA NO, AND I NO THAT PAIN WIL NEVA GO. UR TINY HANDS AND TINY FEET, MY LIL BABY WIV NO HEARTBEAT. I LOVE U MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY, AND I PRAY WE'LL B TOGETHA ONE DAY. X X X

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