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Apr 2014
Woman was not made to alone
Yet there is no calls on her phone

Woman was not made to hate
Bitterness has become her date

Woman was made to feel
But too much too soon
she can’t deal

I was made to do more than cry
But it’s all I do

Please explain why.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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