i need to stop crying over you.
i'm sure if i've gathered all my tears ever spilt in favor of you, i'd have gallons.
i hate hearing about your life, well the life you allow.
everything gang related, the guns, the drugs, the cops, it's too much for me.
sometimes you gotta grow up, i thought a baby would make you but i really don't know anymore.
my uncle talked to you yesterday and now my dad.
hopefully since me talking to you and crying to you was never enough for you to choose what life you want, maybe they will change your mind.
but i'm not getting my hopes up, well with you they never were.
i lost faith in us or in you a long time ago, as sad as it sounds i don't count on you for anything.
i count on God and myself to take care of me.
i'm going to move out on my own, and support me and my child.
that's what i see for my future, i really can't see you growing up anytime soon...
it sucks to know that or to go through that.
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