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Nov 2013
Jealousy sweeps over me
With each and every night
They stay at each others houses
And they like each other a lot.
I see them smiling
And making new memories.
"he is nothing"
She says. Well that
Nothing was my first love.
He was all I wanted an more.
He isn't a *******.
He is more real than you
Could ever know.
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
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