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Pressure


Long hair, hazel eyes, and thick curvy hips He tells her that he loves her, with every tender kiss She doesn’t think she’s ready, but she knows what’s in store She wants hugs and kisses, but her boyfriend wants more He tells her that he can handle it, and he doesn’t need protection And he promises that after this, he’ll still show her love and affection So here she is 3 months later, about 10 pounds she’s gained Too scared to go to school anymore, because she’s so ashamed Those gentle words her boyfriend told her, she doesn’t hear anymore As soon as she told him she was pregnant, he walked right out the door. Out went their love, out went their plans Out went the memories and now she’s back where she began. 15, all alone, with no high school education Lost all hope for life, lost all self-determination When it seemed as all was lost, and she thought there was no chance She met someone else who made her heart sing and dance He said if she loved him she would try just a little coke He said one time wouldn’t hurt her baby, at least that’s what she’d hoped, God she hoped All she remembers is taking one big sniff She felt like the queen of the world, on top of a giant cliff All of a sudden she passed out, and fell and hit her head She woke up a week later, in a warm hospital bed She reached down to her stomach, its very tragic what she came upon She asked the nurse where’s her baby, the nurse lowered her head and replied “she’s gone” Long-haired, hazel-eyed, thick curvy girl Don’t fall for his tricks, even if he says you’re his world What you have is sacred, just like a buried treasure So please beautiful girl don’t fall under the pressure
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br455_5ch014r
<p>I love that even the comments are written in poetry.</p>
Unanimous Anonymous
True men are not knights who arise, but peasants who more than suffice. Don't get caught up in the shiny armor.

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