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First comes my first week
Of being with my boyfriend.
Then comes my mother
Being a fucking bitch and it needs to stop!
And then there's me,
Worrying about whether or not
That I'm fucking pregnant.
Finally, there's people
Constantly bitching about little things
And they need to shut the fuck up and suck it up!
I'm fucking sick and tired
With all the damn bullshit
That I have to go through everyday.
And I don't care about the shit
That people whine about.
I just want to know that I'm not pregnant
And for all this stress to go away.
By the time that I can go test myself,
I'd be less worried
If I was just stressed, nothing else.
And if I really was pregnant,
Then it's bye-bye for everyone.
It's farewell to my true love...
I'm so sorry, Chris...
Thank you for staying with me,
But it's better for you and I
To let me end my own life
And live my own punishment
While you live a good and happy life
With someone possibly better than me.