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Oct 2018
Holding hands that let go. Limp. My energy drains his. I carry his burden, so I carry myself. Caring eyes can only care so much. I can see he does not love me. He will not love me. Am I patient? Or just procrastinating? Avoiding the inevitable, avoiding a reality where I am without a man who believes he wants me when in my heart I know, I am not the woman he needs. Or wants. And now I realise, I am not for everyone.
Taymin-lee Pagett
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Taymin-lee Pagett  17/F/Wollongong, NSW
(17/F/Wollongong, NSW)   
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