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Aug 2018
Eventually he just faded away
Like the bruises he left me

Nothing seems to add up
When everything is laid out on a spread sheet

He says the words, I love you
Everything feels like a run-through

Next thing he tells me is to *******
The sudden drop of his ***** made me chaff

Find somebody to worship me he said
Go build yourself and find a place
to break bread.

I could yell and I could scream
But my time is far to valuable to be wasted on somebody so mean.
***** when you try your best but in the end Iā€™m told to *******..
Diana Garcia
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Diana Garcia  25/F/not so sunny california
(25/F/not so sunny california)   
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