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May 2013
why do i insist
on giving myself away to people
who push back
with everything they have,
who take what they want from me
and then toss me aside,
depriving me
of my lovely parts,
leaving me with
only my bitter ones?
(and i wonder why
iā€™m so sad all the time.)
quinn collins
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quinn collins  new york
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