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Jul 10
Your mouth.
Your attitude.
You created your loneliness and never seen it coming.
And it was right before your eyes.

Constantly, things appeared before you.
And you act like it was regular.
Words shouldn't have to be told to you.

On, what you must do?
But you let that mouth run off the one that loved you.
Yes, you created your loneliness.

So, when you look at the door and don't see what you expect.
You know why?
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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