I ran away and never looked back. In the end I still became the mother I always wanted to be. I still think of my unborn child that passed away every day with great sadness. Share Network gifted me two tattoos: a rose that was put over the name of my pimp, and a tattoo that I picked myself in memory of the child I lost. I am in charge of my body again, inside and out.
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