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May 2012
Different problems come and go,
But this problem arises daily,
It will until the day she dies,
Thats the day I'll be set free,
The day she dies,
I'll truly be happy,
And while this may sound harsh,
Few people know about all she puts me through,
And the few people that know,
Wish death on her too.
i know this is harsh, but the ***** is driving me crazy.
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
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