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Mar 2014
They all tell me wonderful things.

You're too beautiful.
You're too intimidating.
You're too smart.
You're too good for them.

It's not that I don't believe them,
   it's just that:

I'm too ******* lonely.
How about that?
Dolores L Day
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Dolores L Day  California
(California)   
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