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Mar 2012
She found the one who felt like home. Gave herself
fully to this last chance man, but a difference in distance
led her to a bed that, although strange, felt like home.

You counted her last; meanwhile, she counted you
as first and only. Knowing how easily
you would let her go, it would **** her
to walk away from this last chance love.
Jenna Richardson
Written by
Jenna Richardson  Cleveland, Oh
(Cleveland, Oh)   
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