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May 2014
You keep saying that I wasn't this clearance rack

But I got lost in the meaning
and I forgot the context

I mean the context of what you were trying to say

You just keep saying I deserve better
I suppose

But it was an intrusive tangle of lies
Thrown in with mis spelled words
That were spoken

And you kept saying I wasn't a clearance rack

But you were the item to go quick.
Krista K
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Krista K
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