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Nov 2014
You care too much about winning,
When you're suppose to care about me.
My "best option" isn't you.
Let me go, I don't want to be your next
Competition.
Your child isn't a prize,
Your child is me.
I'm a person,
I'm sorry that you can't see that.
Another rant, sorry people. Rough week.
A Sickening Love
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A Sickening Love
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