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Dec 2018
Your priorities became my priorities.
Your life became mine.
I never speak about us in conversation.
Because you occupy my mind.

I care about you too much.
Have no care for my well-being.
You drain me of my love
Now I have none left for giving.

I used to love myself.
Confidence radiated from every pore.
Now you’ve ****** me dry.
My self-love is gone forever more.
Written by
Abbygail Valcourt  22/F/Brooklyn, New York
(22/F/Brooklyn, New York)   
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