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Oct 2015
I was only sixteen
When I let him in

One day, we were so wild
Next day, I'm carrying a child

When I told him the truth
He left me on the roof

Being a father not his intention
My decision was not abortion

I stopped schooling
People started insulting

I was the talk of the town
An instant ***** clown

The father was with another girl
I gave birth to a baby girl

I carried her in my arms
Tears drop, heart warms

She was the only remnant that was left behind,
When I opened the forbidden box of life

She's the hope in my dystopia
I named her, Pandora.
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