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Jan 2023
I'll never tell you this but,
I am still mad at you for not seeing me
When I needed you to see me.

I learned that I had to earn your love
From a very young age,
And it's grown into a blooming
Resentment
That tells me you're not safe.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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