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So I sit.

Left with my own thoughts in the morning.

Seeking comfort with no answers,

wondering what I have done.

I feel it, I feel ignorant, not knowing.

I've never been so scared.

I have only ever breathed for one.



No, this is not me.

No, I have mocked them.

But now I understand.

Protected. No matter how much.

It doesn't matter in the end.



I want this, but not like this.

You were supposed to be planned.

I have to know, but I have to wait.

Then I'll know what to do.



But you can't be.

You can't afford it.

You are a child yourself.

This is killing me, internal battles reign,

have I brought this on myself?



So I stand.

Still no answers.

I have been waiting for days.

Watching for the signs to come.  

Have I gone insane?



So I pace.

Inside my own mind.

Inside my living room.

In the morning, I feel alone...

If this is really inside of me,

then I am no longer alone.



So I lay.

With my own thoughts.

Some how I'd find a way.

I could never lose you.

They will judge me,

but you're worth the pain.



Im ashamed to say I want this.

How angry everyone would be.

I'm thinking to myself,

aruging with myself.

But you would never be the blame.



To born you, dreams would be shattered.

They would hate me so much.

But I love you, that's all that matters.

And your father, you can trust.



I love you.

No matter what they say.

or how angry they would be.

I love you.

And all that matters,

is that someday you will love me.