I thought about that in my early teens up to my pre mini days. I was in a bad place and it seemed like no one cared about me. Like I was always the problem, so I figured why live. It wasn’t until I found out I was pregnant, that I really had a reason to live.
Funny how God works, cuz when I had her I died. Guess that was God’s way of saying, so you don’t wanna live, ok we will see.
Thankfully, he allowed me to live.
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