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May 2020
You're a demise.

You don't know that. You're syrup that means so much.

I don't love you,

As a matter of fact I really ******* hate you,

but I need you.

That's right. I need you.
I'm a coward without you. I depend on you.

One day I won't. I hope one day I won't. But until then, I'm at your beck and call.
Michael Brogan
Written by
Michael Brogan  Somewhere, MI
(Somewhere, MI)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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