If I knew that one day I would have a son who would grow up to be just like this, I would let that pregnancy come to full term. I wouldn’t regret every choice I’d made up to this point and book an appointment at my local Planned Parenthood. I wouldn’t sit in the waiting room all by myself and wish I was dead because of what you did to me.
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