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my name is joanna i am 18 years old...i have a lot of peircings...i guess..i have my left eyebrow and my snake bites done..;-O. i am a very active person..and i love to write different things...but most of my writings come from my emotions...so they can either be really happy really dark and/or depressing. To each their own is how i was raised...i am a very independent person... Dont take my kindness for weakness....that is the biggest mistake you could ever make..:) i love to have a good time....im love to drink and smoke....if you dont then...o well...(im not a snobby person i just feel that if you dont want to drink or smoke...its wat ever but...dont get all up in my face cuz i do..:) ) I represent the HoCak Nation....(pronouced Ho-Chunk)..:) im native american...
if ya want ta know more about me...please feel free to ask..:)
YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME AND IF YOU DONT THEN I GUESS THATS UR PROBLEM
♥joanna♥
Month One
Mummy, I am only 8 inches long.
I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mummy, today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
Mummy, you know what?
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too.
I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mummy, my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head, curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
Mummy, you went to the doctor today.
He lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mummy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy...what is abortion?
Month Six
Mummy, I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mummy what is it?
It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
MUMMY!
Help me!
Month Seven
Mummy, I am okay.
I am in Jesus' arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mummy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
*One more heart that was stopped.
* One more mouth that will never speak.
* Two more eyes that will never see.
* Two more hands that will never touch.
* Two more legs that will never run.
If you're against abortion, repost this.]
