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Feb 2016
You don't know me,

please, don't pretend you do;

I was a nothing to you...

just someone to *****.

Now I'm just discarded,

thrown away, like trash;

something soon forgotten,

like an irritating rash.

Like a candy wrapper, crushed,

like some stuff just thrown aside;

why leave me sad and naked,

with no safe place to hide?

You were never faithful,

you were never kind;

you were always trouble,

it seems I've lost my mind.

Don't pretend you know me,

stow it with your other lies;

ignore the plaintive wailing,

laugh at the futile cries.
David Lessard
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David Lessard  75/M/Prescott, Arizona
(75/M/Prescott, Arizona)   
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