"I'm sorry, I really don't see you that way."
Dread fills up her veins;
She had tried so hard,
So, so hard just to be perfect.
To be the perfect one for him.
"Can't you just try? Please, please I'll do anything."
Pathetic, but she'll do anything at this point;
Kneel down, worship him, give him her life, just anything.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He leaves her, sadly she knew this would happen.
Slowly, sorrow overcomes dread;
Uncontrollably, tears fall down her face.
She always thought she could change him;
But she can't.
And he won't.
Numbness fills up her veins;
She had tried.
And he left.
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"Jack, I'm pregnant."
She whispered to the wind.