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Jul 2016
Sick of the metaphors
Tell me the truth

Here I will go first:
There was a boy
who I thought would change
because I was different

But I am not
and he is still using me
to get what he wants

and I will continue to let him
because I need to be in his life
whether it was this or that

and life will continue
and, eventually, without him;
and I will continue to do this until I realize I don't need him.
which is far away from here.
Lindsey Grace
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Lindsey Grace  Pittsburgh
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