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Aug 2018
You tell me about them.
And I'm not jealous.
Far from it.
Why be?

When I know my worth.
An believe me it's not measured by sermons in church.
Maybe, more by faith
Cause I know my worth.

Others get into your head and instantly it's over.
You buy into any one story.

But like I stated, I know my worth and my strength.
So if you leave then I guess it wasn't meant to be.
But the door will remain open.
If you ever decide to return back to me.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   Enia and Vanessa Gatley
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