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Dont feel bad my child.
It will be okay.
She was another problem,
The memories will fade away.

Love at first sight.
Perfect for the blindness I feel.
Held tight and felt love,
But now its death that will heal.

No more ******* and lies I say.
I dont care what you think.
Ill see a psychologist.
Ill talk to my shrink.

But nothing will change how a felt about you,
But everything about me will.
I kissed her with unwanted scars,
Scars that will not heal...
I was used... used and I felt loved, I am unloved...

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