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Jan 2013
As my pillows were soaked by my pathetic tears
And my chest heaved of desperation,
He worked.

As I walked around with a blank look on my face
And people asked questions
He didn't know.

As I sit here and try to read to forget his worthless existence
And my heart still stupidly aching,
He is home with his wife.
Don't know when I wrote this but there ya go
Jennifer
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Jennifer  23/F/New Jersey
(23/F/New Jersey)   
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