fathers footsteps

what if shes pregnant themood swings the stomachgrowing bigger?it must be evident damn! shes my first lady but no president what she has waiting to evoke with time is heaven sent. im aware of whats to come but in the moment im the first to run. im the first to grab the rum . im not the first to be so dub shes the first to not go but im the first to come. the feeling of what i see in my future is numb . am i really dad material im too young to have a kid, im too old to be a kid this must be reality, im feeling the pain from the first hit does she even still love me or just put up with me ? i knew better but when she said y.e.s to the letter going deeper i shouldve know something was wrong when things got wetter i love her but but i shouldve worn a rubber now my only option is to cuff her she cant be the only one to suffer shes my future but i put a end to her future. what are two kids gonna do without a job.  what/ a abortion that would cost a fortune which would lead to misfortune not to mention day after day memories that become our torture. the lifes we live as reckless kids with a kid will have to cut our pie in portions. this in my eyes is the ultimate test of devotion, mixed with family commotion i did what my father did but will i do what my father did and make good of his confusingly right wrong. am i really dad material im too young to have a kid im too old to be a kid this must be reality, im feeling the pain from the first hit does she even still love me or just put up with me.    

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FlipATable

Man, you hit it on the nail. Good job. 

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