January 6, 2009
I'm two months late
My parents will kill me
You wouldnt want it
I'm terified.

So many things run through my mind
I sit here and cry.
I don't know wat to do.

I dial the number my friend gave
me to take care of it.
I hang up on the first ring.

I wipe my eyes
pick up the phone
and call you..
I say we need to talk.

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