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Not My Kids.

Do you want to see the picture on my phone?
That's J, and that's J Jr.
They're my best friend's kids.
No, nothing to do with me.
And I get scared that sometimes I cross the line.
Sometimes I think I'm too hard on them.
J will be a genius.
He'll go to university, he'll do graphic design.
Or something like that.
Sometimes he says things that make me feel stupid.
And I worry that if he needs help, he won't ask for it.
And I worry that I'll get too involved.
But I know I will always have a soft spot for him.
J Jr? He'll be a model, or an actor.
He'll grow up breaking hearts,
And he'll either marry the first one that catches his eye,
And be the most romantic sweetheart.
Or he'll have a different one every week.
And always get away with it.
Little blue eyed boy.
I'm only 21, and though I act like it,
Will protect them like it,
Will be there for them like it,
Will take a bullet like it,
They're Not My Kids.
Written by LadyLoss
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