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Sitting here 2 years after
I still feel empty without your laughter,
We werent ready, we were just kids,
But if i could go back, id want you to live
You deserved life, and all that this world has in store
Our greatest misake was walking through those Clinic doors....
Id change our minds for they were twisted in knots
How could we deny you my seed, You deserved a shot..
Me and your mom may have struggled each day
But we would've had you, it would have been okay.
See, two years have passed and were on our feet now
We could have made it work, some way... Some how..
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