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Feb 2016
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Nothing more
I am sorry to say
We have no rapport

Better this way
Than playing pretend
This is the way I have come to contend

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I'm finally able to close the door

You did this yourself
All on your own
I hope you like feeling alone

I have tried too much
Now I am tired of holding the clutch

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Is what I have decided for

You made your choice
Now you must lie
Now I see your chosen side

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'Mother' now I shut the door.
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   erin walts
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