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Six weeks ago my unborn baby died inside of me. The blood started and my body passed the collection of cells that was not a child, but could have been. I knew that it wasn't my fault, and I knew that there was no meaning or purpose behind it, but I got sad, and then angry, and then sad again. Last week the blood restarted, and I felt like I was miscarrying all over again. How can this be? It is already dead! How can something inside of me be dying again when I am al- ready so empty? |
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