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Jun 2014
Go
I am so sick of falling short of your expectations.
You look at me and expect me to be the one you want.
I am me.
If I am not the one you want then go,
because I shall never be she.
Go. Go, because you will never be what I need.
You will never be he.
He is kind, smart, and values me.
He is no one I know,
and certainly not you.
Go.
Go, because I am telling you so.
Take your **** with you.
Tessa Marie Freeman
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Tessa Marie Freeman  41/F/No where
(41/F/No where)   
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