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Nov 2014
2nd
I'm not a put out cigarette at the end of a rough day,
Your midnight **** on the torn up couch because you were lonely,
I'm not an excuse for you to pretend you don't care,
Your extra blanket that gets thrown on the floor when it's too warm.
I'm not your second choice,
I'm my own last,
And that already makes my mind spin far too fast.
Written by
Gabrielle Marie
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