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I was sixteen Not too young, but not too old And I had a met a boy who I believed would be my husband, the father to my kids, my soulmate Again, I was only sixteen Wasn't too wise, but not too dumb We were always close, and we confided in each other about everything He knew me, and I knew him Or so I thought Days, weeks had passed and my monthly gift did not arrive I took a test and sure enough two black lines appeared I couldn't breathe, and I wouldn't believe Everything didn't matter anymore I didn't matter But I walked out, and I told him even through my sobbing he understood I still cherish the hug but the memory haunts me Again, only sixteen Didn't have too much money or a job We scheduled an appointment, his mother charging through with me and him in tow I was scared, I was petrified, I was confused I felt so helpless in those moments I couldn't have him in there with me and I wish I had The ultrasound is what gets me all the time There was a person in me Someone who could have done great things But things always happen for a reason They always do I was only sixteen A fool, and a strong person
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