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Dec 2014
I ***** up. A lot.
And I'm sorry.
See how much I'm trying,
See how much it hurts.
The back-breaking weight of my own thoughts,
Holding great expectations I don't think could ever be met.
You deserve nothing but the best,
And there's always better than me.
Jessica Schreiber
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