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Jun 2015
You mistook
My past for my present.
It's a never ending game
With ever changing rules.
Don't mistake my presence
As a symbol of acquiescence.
I will not play the fool
'Friends' should never judge
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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