And it tears me up inside.
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Disclaimer: Hhhmm nope I don't think I do own it.
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A/N: Ana-Lucia one-shot, I don't like it, but I'll put it up any way.
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It tears me up inside because of my actions, I lost my Baby,
I lost my Boyfriend,
I nearly lost my sanity, I got lost on an island and I lost my life, When I'm alone and I have space to think, I think about what could have happened, ironic really, When I was younger, I used to worry all the time about not doing what i wanted, not being able to think what I wanted, not being able to say what I wanted, and if everything was gonna turn out right,
I used to stay away from the clones in my old school,
I didn't want to be one, I wanted to be myself, not some clone someone had invented, I didn't want to be part of the crowd. And now, I think, do I really want all that power, to think what I want to think, to say what I want to say, to do what I want to? and then I look down at my hands, they are balled into fists, just thinking about my self makes me want to hit somebody, I think about myself, what I've turned out to be, What I don't want to be, what I used to be, It tears me up inside because I think of what I could of been, What I had the chance to be, I could of changed when I became pregnant, quit work, stayed at home, in the safe, to put myself and my unborn child out of danger, but I didn't, I don't think I could of, I was too used to that life, having a gun, being able to protect my self.
And I hate myself for it, He was right I did kill our baby, and I'm sorry for it.
I hold the gun which was in my belt to my head, and think.
Nah, I'm on an island, might as well make the most of it, and put the gun back in my belt and walk off to find my favourite southern pervert.
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