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Jun 2017
Quick to forgive,
Slow to heal,
All I wanted,
Was something real,
I give my all,
And ask for nothing in return,
Is it any wonder why,
I slowly smolder and burn?
Tired of my kind-hearted nature being taken advantage of.  One day I may not be there anymore.
Dawn Treader
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Dawn Treader  Unicorn Lane
(Unicorn Lane)   
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     hedonistic sentience and coqueta
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