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4h
Do not count,
On me if you can,
Not save yourself from,
Terrors you made up.

Don't try and trick me, I am not somebody to be moved,
Over or aside because you're addicted to attention.

Think about,
How your actions might affect me for once, after all,
I am your crush,
So maybe if you want me, you should care what I want.

After all the rest of your options are,
Gone they all walked away, maybe I should too,
And then you couldn't keep,
Instigating me into doing something,
Not as loving as I should be.
I'm in love with acrostics, what can I say. They are very fun.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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