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I had to leave, I had nothing left to give. Your lust, Had become your must. Your unsatiated desires, Became quagmires. Your continued demands, Hollering reprimands, Had left me hollow , Empty with nothing but sorrow.
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
Too Much
I had to leave, I had nothing left to give. Your lust, Had become your must. Your unsatiated desires, Became quagmires. Your continued demands, Hollering reprimands, Had left me hollow , Empty with nothing but sorrow.
Too much of anything is not good.
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72/F/Tanzania
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
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