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Mar 2015
I grow dizzy watching you
Swinging this way and that
As if I'm nothing to lose
Just a bothersome gnat

I remain in the background
I wait and see
Unable to make a sound
While you torture me

I can't take much more
Of your careless ways
My eye is on the door
I'm coming out of this daze

I will soon use my voice
Rise upon my feet
You no longer get the choice
Of choosing me
Britt
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Britt  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   bex, unknown, JWolfeB and Margaret B
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