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Mar 2014
Again.
Ditched to the side.

He plays around.
Watching in the front lines.

But this is the last time.

I'm tired.
I'm sleepless.
I'm sick.

I'm done.

I am not a toy.
I am nothing but a lady.

A lady who had bad luck.
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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   ---, ---, --- and James Jarrett
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