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Apr 2021
You in my life,
Never clean.
Never right.
Just another obstacle.
Never exactly what I plan.
Never exactly what you say.
Disappointments every time.
Yet I wait,
The good does not get better,
The worse does not get worse,
I live for the perfect that we planned
that so rarely seems to happen.
You churn me up both good and bad.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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   Eshwara Prasad and Maddy
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