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Feb 2015
There is no room left
for all your apologies,
My mailbox full of all
your unopened letters,
Every one addressed
to my early years,
Forget me along with
the mistakes you made,
I am nothing but a number,
And my heart will not
love for you anymore
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Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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