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ABORTION

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My mother told me 
That I was almost aborted.
Her living situation when
She had me was painful,
But by then, it was too late.
I am a product 
of rejection 
And bad timing.
I'm trying to write myself 
Towards a day 
when I feel
I deserve  to be alive 
By choice, 
Not chance.

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About the author:

Yashodhaan burage is an upcoming writer, a blogger and legal educator. At present, practicing as a lawyer in Bangalore High court.

If you are looking for space to publish your literary work(s) kindly send your writing(s) to bariambredeemson700@gmail.com








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