...fast forward. 1 year.
1 month.
A new world. different state...
life.
Grabbed me by my tissue
and ripped me inside out.
I took its test.
2 lines...oh my god. 2 lines.
And I contemplated death.
I am not ready.
I do not want this.
Not now!
My only answer was the kill
my fathers threats of possession
echoeing from my head
to my heart.
Already haunting myself
before this dirty deeds completion.
And the father...
no commitment with.
none intended.
Just a fuck. though i cannot
deny the connection.
he was meant for it.
donation.
"I've dreamed of her too."
he tells me.
"A past night,
as a teenager, she
approaches me.
She says, hello, father...
in japanese."
Fucking anime name.
brings japanese too. pah!
Why would he say this?
Why now?
After 'its up to you'
passing the buck.
but yes, bring me guilt
why don't you. asshole.
So I turn to my teacher.
Though not needing the guidance.
The gods want her.
I know it. I'm just the
defiant twit.
So I shall carry this child.
I will keep her.
...but still no words of it
have been uttered.
not to my father.
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