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You met a man
Thought he was the one
You got pregnant and
Hoped it was a son

He ran off
You fell apart
Abortion was your plan
On how to end this start

Nine months later
It's a girl
She sure is special
What a wirl

She grows up
Now she's 14
And she's tired 
Of living in quaretine

You had two more
They're both boys
You love them so much
You even buy them new toys

You never did that for me
You ran off and left
Then I got found
And loved to death

Now all I want
Is to be alone
I don't want a 
Place to call my home

But I'm 14
I'm supposed to be strong
But I'm commiting suicide
All because of you mom....
Posted: 2007-04-24 21:32:20 UTC

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2007-04-28 20:08:36Angel of Music
nice emotion :)

2007-05-09 01:14:06User
Hmmmm..I sense that this is something you are really going through..? Well..I am not sure but if it is,I hope you will find yourself a new hope one way or another..

2007-05-09 17:51:29Teresa
my mom is a bitch 2

2007-05-10 22:36:08Rayzone_Detra
Thank you very much Expressive Child, yes this is based on my own faults and stumbles.

2007-05-18 02:36:40*ONCE LOST BUT NOW FOUND*
My mom was just the same way not better now just worste!! sorry it hurts!!