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Apr 2015
Some people's love is like a punishment.
You do something wrong almost every day, to deserve it.
You say something wrong, or leave something out...
they're put out by something everyday day.
It's
your presence.
It's your absence.
You're intelligence, or your stupidity.
For one reason or another, they're always screaming your name.
Written by
hwilliams
373
   NV
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