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An Unborn Mess

You're unborn, with a small beating heart
Someday you'll fall apart
Just an empty space for a heart

I'll be there to caress you when you cry
For I know how it feels
To see a little part of you die

I promise to shelter you with me
To protect you when you need
And then make you heal

But I'm a mess too
Born to impress not just a few
Frolicking in desires like the rest
But there's none left

I have been a fool
Loathing the merriment
Garnering the heart for the blessed
Oh! I'm indeed a mess

You're an unborn mess
Soon you could be
On the path to becoming like the rest

Now, I don't know what to feel
Is it of worth to bring you in?
Is it right to let you go?
I am not the enemy nor a foe

Ending you now could be the answer
To save you from all that's out there
One mess less
May make the world indeed a better place

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