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Jan 2013
Stop chasing this fantasy.
If love is what it claims nothing will make it break.
Instead you bend to every word that she says.
To ease the wrath, you're so scared to face.

I guess you're just her little puppet.
I don't even know who you are anymore.
You're molded into something she created.
Left in the dirt, naked and humiliated.
Zach Gordon
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Zach Gordon  Kentucky
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