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Jan 2017
Tell me, you don't love me anymore,
that you, have found somebody new;
and I will walk right out the door,
you need not tell me that we're through.
Tell me, you can't go on much longer,
that everything I do is simply wrong;
some say pain just makes one stronger,
***, I've heard that lame old song.
Tell me, nothing that I do will matter,
that you lack something in your life;
if you knew, it's my soul you shatter,
would you stay and be my faithful wife?
Tell me, that you only need some space,
that you've got to get your **** together;
then I'll say to you, I'll only miss your face,
and any other storm, I'll **** well whether.
Tell me, you don't want me in your sight,
that the sooner that I leave... the better;
then I will hurry and step into the night,
with no goodbyes, farewells, or letter.
David Lessard
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David Lessard  75/M/Prescott, Arizona
(75/M/Prescott, Arizona)   
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