I've got seven minutes till the end of the world and I'm still standing here with toy holding on, and if for only seven minutes I will be your girl then I'll be holding on, if only for seven minutes.
"I'm pregnant" I'm about to say.
But. He's holding another girl. And so I stayed quiet.
"Is it too late?" I asked my own.
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