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May 2017
And why,
If she is just collateral damage
In your playbook of games,
Do you keep revisiting the idea of her?
Why do you keep offering just enough of yourself to her,
Just enough so that she can grasp to you without holding you?
You are making her more weak everyday that she strives to hold on.
One day her grip will slip.
And it will all be over,
Her loving you,
You having someone to boost your ego,
You having someone you know is always there,
And her. You will end her.
aubrey flickinger
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aubrey flickinger  18/Kansas
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