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Sep 2015
I'm not the greatest person in the world,
but I don't deserve to be treated like this.
I've been trying my hardest to support you
and be everything for you.
But you pushed me away
made me hate my own voice.
You made me want to not speak at all,
that everything I said was salt in the wound.
I'm sorry.
I repeat it so often, I am a broken record.
You never accept it, you always dismiss it.
But I mean it every single time.
i really do.
charmaine
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charmaine  30/F/new york
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