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Mar 2014
I'll leave next month.
Only get noticed whenever I bid my goodbye's.
When I told you I'll leave,
That's when you all started to care.

Said "Don't leave."
But in the back of your mind,
Are smiles from ear to ear.

They all want me gone.

And that's what I did.
Arianne Quinn
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