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13h
I could hear the
cracking and breaking,
the sound of metal ringing,
and then a thud.
I watched as the last piece of
self respect I had
got hauled off as I typed
the words,
“can you please consider me?”

This has to be like the
millionth time I have asked
A man that I’m dating if
he could treat me with the same respect
I give them.
And the answer is always no,
well in his case,
he won’t answer at all.
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  30/F/Ohio
(30/F/Ohio)   
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     G and rick
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