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Jul 2023
He Puts Too
in front of everything
I do.
Too Intense -
Too Demanding -
Too Loud -
Too Talkative -

Two is the loneliest number
I've known.
When he's with me
I'm alone.
My shell is my home.

So, as I left him
he asked for forgiveness.
Too Late
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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