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May 2015
I'm not your plaything. ..
To be put on a shelf...
For a rainy day.
I breathe and I hurt...
I Miss and I long for you...
And you show up. .. when I'm almost gone. ..
I don't want to play anymore. ....
Because I keep crying and you keep leaving.....

E.J.M.
ejrmaguire
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ejrmaguire  orlando, fl
(orlando, fl)   
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