Mom, Im Pregnant
Digging my nails into my skin
as a tear slowly drip down of my face
while I anticipating the dreadful news
I pence my self hoping its a dream
but i didnt wake up
holding my lower stomach
thinking it might be something growing in me
i peek over and look at the 5.00 stick
and i saw to lines
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