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Nov 2017
and suddenly it’s not about who cares . . .
you wish they cared a little less
wish you didn’t matter quite so much . . .
leaving isn’t always about your self-esteem
sometimes it’s just the weight of pain
Am I burned out? Am I depressed? What is this person I am, who knows her worth yet needs a break so badly?
Elioinai
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Elioinai  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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