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Jun 2018
I am genuinely here for you don’t  treat my like a fool or use me like a tool .
My eyelids are sore for wishes that cause you cognitive disonance .

I am seeing you suffer and wither. I don’t have to
But I love you

So I quietly smother anything that does not mirror you.
To save .... I don’t know what because I think you’re a fool .
Written by
Jayne Sparks  Uk
(Uk)   
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