"Maybe if I put my life on the paper in nice sentence structures, it would sound like a fairy tale rather than a nightmare which it represents."
- Me, right now. My Thoughts
The doctor’s words 'abort them' were still echoing in my ears. Such a cruel way to put it.
Looking down at the already noticeable baby-bump which was caused more-likely by the bloating than the size of the children themselves, I ran my palm over the swell. The thought of them being gone caused the pipes providing me with the fresh air collapsing, choking me on my own bodily fluids as I dry heaved, leaning over the toilet bowl.
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