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Mar 2020
Now that he broke.
Has used you up to his advantage.
You calling out to me.

At one time you had everything.
So what?
It might not be the best.

Now that you a **** on his post.
You must admit before your sadness many predicted this.
You ran up against a man who many called the magician?

And you became his trick bag.
Now you reaching out to me.

Oh, I could be rude.
Or maybe even cruel.
Two words you have become used too.

But something deep within me.
Keep saying don't let you sink.
Or even fade away.

Everyone deserves a chance to change.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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