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Jul 2013
I see the things you write to me,
I hear the things you say.
I'm puzzled by the way in which
you try to make me pay.

I don't know why you did it,
and I'll never understand why,
but if you'd open up to me
I might begin to try.
Victoria LaRochelle
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Victoria LaRochelle
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