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Apr 2014
Trusting you was like being stabbed in the back
And the eye
And my foot.
I'm not dead yet
But when I see you
I might as well be.
Because I can not say anything
That I will not regret saying to you
You will repeat everything
I try to walk away
But you need help
And I have to help
But helping you is hurting me
And I do not like being hurt.
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Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
(18/F/Pennsylvania)   
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