Pregnancy a Pricless Journey

 

See love is a risk that you take, a risk that you break. Don’t get it confused with lust, losing trust for the one that you love for the one that you like.

See if I were sane there would be no competition , I’m wishing , I could see it in your eyes so many dried up tears it’s all becoming a pain in disguise I despise how men think how men live a life full of lies.

Make babies, run away and come back 18 years later expecting to prioritize. I’m surprised nobody caught on to this craziness, this laziness that’s ok in a “father’s” eyes.

Committed to living a life threw Christ, figuring abortions, that just aint right, wanting to do it out of spite, out of hurt, out of pain out of the three months that you wasted of my life.

Letting adoption into my circle, trust, this is the most hurtful, the most ridiculous way of saying I just can’t do this.

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