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I have to let you go.

I was a fool thinking it was real the difference in ages was too much the ring was on your finger not through your nose pushing me around in this wheelchair is something neither of us planned for. i can not blame you for wanting a better life you are still young, whereas i am an old cripple so i must let you go life never promised to be fair but i can at least be realistic
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May 5, 2013
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