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Jul 2014
I wish I had a me to talk to.
Someone to listen to me and give me advice.
Just like I do for others.

Oh, but I had her once.
Long before I knew just how much I would need her.

It's too late now.
Four years this September to be exact.
The 27 marks the date I lost my last defense.
Jacquie Bullinger
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