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College.

Go ahead and focus on her

Everything she needs is your every beckon call

I'm not important

I don't have dreams or things I want to do

She's the one that you need to pay attention too

I love her, and I know that you do too

But I ******* hate coming in last to everything else

That you need to do

The house, her, the chores, him, work

Is there even time for me anymore?

I'm suffering and you haven't even noticed

Igornance is bliss, i guess

I have a few more things I need to do

Before I get out of your hair

And you wonder why, I'm so dead set

On getting out of here

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stephanie-carlson
American
Published
Apr 24, 2011
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