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Mar 2013
I never wanted you to hear,
About my troubled past of younger years,
You knew before meeting,
Already judging before seeing,
The gentle soul I am,
I would never hurt you,
Use or desert you,
Like ones have done before.
Madison Jackson
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Madison Jackson  Athens
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