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To be alone is to study oneself,

To miss your other half that is the furthest away

To cry and shed all the dreams life may just offer

And to take in the reality.



The car horns, the motors,

Screaming children and insignificant mothers

Let your children wander,

Let your hearts flutter to another world--

Forgetting everything you live for.



I would never--

I would try my hardest to be the best mother.

And I yearn for when I can become one.



Paralysis may sweep my body,

And I may not be able to concieve...

Such harsh realities to shatter my dreams...

My dreams only a teenage lover can wish...



And there are mothers at sixteen,

Concieving mistakes.

I am jealous of them--in some way.

Some people just take too many things for granted.

I, would never.