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Jan 2015
I've endured pracically everything that one could imagintion, now I'm
Enduring your dishonor betrayal disdain for our love, when did our
Happiness turn the corner going to goodbye street? Is this what people
Mean by being kicked to the curb? And when will this rain of loss subside
It seems you boarded the train to new happiness and only bought one
Ticket for yourself
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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