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Apr 2019
He wants what he wants when he wants it
And he wants it all now.
He is selfish to the core.
He takes and takes,
And offers no remuneration.
No exaggeration.
He is my addiction.
A distraction;
And I want him no more.
I give him freely,
To no-one willingly;
And with meaningful regret.
But I don’t want him;
I don’t need him.
I can’t have him and not have him.
So, I release him, surrender; set him free.
Free to let me be.
To be me;
To be.
Not about a man
Ladonna Atherley
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Ladonna Atherley  50/F/🇺🇸
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