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May 2018
I hate this house
I hate this town
I am very blessed  to have all I do
But honestly I hate that too.
Seems like everything that I've needed has somehow just fallen into my lap with ease, except love; that dies in my arms!
Stacy Mills
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Stacy Mills  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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