Abortion
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As luck would have it, as soon as I got another year older, I caught whatever cold is circulating around work. It actually kicked my ass more than I could have ever imagined. It’s hell getting old (insert group of people older than me telling me I’m not old). I’m not really sure what I’m
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Nine Justices. Nine. Those that decide my fate, My ability to have control of my body. Nine Justices. They must be doctors, They must be educators, They must have significantly studied the constitution. Oh? They aren’t? Then why can they decide what happens to me? I’m pregnant, But something is wrong. I go to the
Lyrical Logic 