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Aug 2018
When I was trying to be everything you needed, you treated me as if i wasn’t exactly what you wanted. When i fought for what he had you kept telling me i was  nothing but a brat...now that I’m no longer fighting i know you feel the emptiness in your chest, that’s exactly how i felt every time i cried my self to bed.
Joan
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Joan  23/F/Bronx
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