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May 2019
So sad to let her go
Yet she has already gone
Gone far too long with her resentful heart and her damning words.
I am better off left to the birds.
They have gathered to pick at my flesh.
So transparent are their compulsions
So enlightening for me to see and hear.
I no longer hold her dear.
Conjurors of cruelty gathered to pick me apart. Unwanted users give me discord while they want. Spit in my face
You are weak and problematic.i am better off to have not created you
Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence
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Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence  52/F/Utah
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