The day will come when she's sitting alone, quiet, and she'll wonder what those babies would have been like. She'll wish she'd had them, she'll wish she had kept her babies.
Can't laugh away guilt, regret and heartache for the unbearable loss of those children.
The day will come when she's sitting alone, quiet, and she'll wonder what those babies would have been like. She'll wish she'd had them, she'll wish she had kept her babies.
Can't laugh away guilt, regret and heartache for the unbearable loss of those children.
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