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Mar 2013
I'm no longer holding you responsible
for my salvation.

consider this your invitation to bow out
and we can leave as polite strangers.

it's an understatement I'm willing to make
we aren't friends, but we were once.

and I see you nowhere in my future
and I see you haunting in my dreams
and I see you in the library,
but I don't see you as my savior.

it's been so many months
and you're off the hook.
this isn't your problem;
because it isn't a problem anymore.
Leah
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