

As Real As It GetsAs Real As It Gets How can losing a child make one to want one so bad? How can a misscarrage cause the heart to want what the body is not ready for? Why can't things be easier for a fragile heart? Pain in life comes and goes but some lingers a little to long. I lost a child. I shall never know what it would have become. I don't even know what gender it would have been. It was denied the right to even see light with it's own eyes. It will never take it's first breath and breathe in the wonders of life. I write this not to make money. Not for fame nor fortune. I write it to show the true trial of the heart in this life. To show how the trAs Real As It Gets
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