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Dec 2018
When I finally opened the door,
all that came walking through was a con artist;
making me believe all the things I wanted to believe
and leaving me with so much less than when I started-
stripping me of essence, of virtue, of spirit,
and forcing me to slam the door shut.
I locked it behind me.
Written by
Elizabeth
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