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Jan 2015
At the point where
I don't know why I'm still trying to impress you
make you proud of me,
because all you do is scream
tell me I could be better.
You can say whatever
but tonight I'm not coming undone.
I tried, and it's good enough for me
I can't do any more.
I've done the best I can
and you only want more
short thing.
Renee
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Renee  19/F/WV
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