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Oct 2017
I do not want your sympathy
When I tell you my story of how he took advantage of me.
I do not want your sorry.
I do not want your sigh.
I do not want your pity.
You will not see me cry.
I tell you my story, for you
Not for me.
I know the story well, don’t tell me your sorry
Wanderlust
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Wanderlust
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   JD Harold
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