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Jul 2016
Why are you ******* with my head
It took me days to get out of bed
We were through, but here you stand
Flashing those eye's, reaching for my hand
What is this **** your trying to sell
You say you want to give me heaven, but all you show me is hell

Please oh please just back away
There is nothing to you I want to say
I don't want to see you at my door
No I can't stand to see you anymore
All you do is play your games
Get inside and **** with my brain
Everything you do only causes pain
I want no part of you in my life To remain
So I'll whisper a good by as I close this chapter
Because I already know what you're after
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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