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Aug 2017
Don't patronize me with your *******,.
If I was so good then stay,.
Yet you say something more is at stake,.
You fed me too much, then made me puke it up,.
You ran like they all do,.
Into the ocean, into the riptides,.
I took your hand and pulled you to,.
And you ran back in,.
Like some deranged drug addict,.
You must have been high when you said you cared,.
When you crashed all those mornings after, there was nothing there..,.,
Blake
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Blake  32/M/Durham, NC
(32/M/Durham, NC)   
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