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May 2013
It's always been a lie.
I was naive to even try,
to all along comply,
when I heard the hue and cry.
I continued to deny,
he had a finger in each pie.
So eat up while you lie,
in the bed you made, where I hope you die.


My hopes are to never see him again but dying sounded much more poetic :)
Leila
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