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Feb 2015
I knew well enough not to get my hopes up,
But perhaps I was hoping,
That I would be more significant to you.
For if I were,
I would not be ashamed of what we do,
I would not cry because I'm letting it happen again,
And it has nothing to do with your feelings towards me,
Really,
It has everything to do with the lack of them.
Sick of being used. Really sick.
Audrey Maday
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Audrey Maday  Minnesota
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