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Mar 2020
Maybe, I couldn't provide better things like your best friend's men.
But I tried.
And still if had riches?
I wouldn't want to be like them.

Maybe, we didn't take various trips?
Like they did.
But I tried.
And when looking back.
I can admit?
I did my best.

If anything?
You were stuck in their world trying to fit an image.
And when that faced fail them.
You came back down to earth and saw my worth.

By then, it just was a little too late.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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