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Im 19, there's a new baby, Not mine my mothers, Can she handle this baby, maybe, I doubt it she smothers, She cuts, she cries, she makes all of this unbearable. This new baby she’s mine, at least that’s how it seems, With all the cutting and crying there’s no room for a baby so tiny, I can’t handle all of this pressure I’m only 19!
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
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Im 19, there's a new baby, Not mine my mothers, Can she handle this baby, maybe, I doubt it she smothers, She cuts, she cries, she makes all of this unbearable. This new baby she’s mine, at least that’s how it seems, With all the cutting and crying there’s no room for a baby so tiny, I can’t handle all of this pressure I’m only 19!
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
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