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Sep 2017
My face wears the pain of many women before me
I am exhausted, drained like a well that sits waiting for someone to fill it.
I have expected you to fill me up when you take but that never happens
It’s been four years now and I continue to wait like Sleeping Beauty
Clueless.
I have tasked you with a job that you cannot complete,
For how can I expect you to give me what I so desperately need when you can’t even help yourself?
Written by
Morgan  F/Los Angeles
(F/Los Angeles)   
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   Opal
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