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My name is Justin; and I don't know what clinic, what doctor, or what method by which my child, my son or daughter, was killed. I don't even know who the child's biological father is. All I know is my ex was pregnant by rape. I agreed to raise the child as my own and to stay with her for the rest of my life. As young as I am, I made that decision, and she agreed. We would have had help, and we would have made it. I'm sure of that. |
But my child is dead, not by miscarriage or accident, but by murder. Some doctor killed my son or my daughter. He was paid for it too. I don't understand why she did it. I don't understand how this country lets her make that choice. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wonder what the child would have been, boy or girl. I always wonder what it would have looked like, how it would have acted. Every day I wonder, and it only makes me more depressed. Every day I mourn for that child.
Now they say I can only suffer in silence, but I'm not silent. I will never be silent. I will fight for the rights of humans, not the rights of the mother or the father b because it's not their body. It's another human's body. They just have to hold on to it for awhile. No one can make me silent. I will fight to my death to make abortion illegal because it is illegal in God's eyes and immoral in the eyes of any sane human being, and I guarantee it's immoral in the baby's eyes.
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