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Lisa Feb 2019
I made a choice
To walk away
A decision I regret
Each and every day

I've carried this
For over a year
Been used, abused
And lived in constant fear

You've flourished, grown
You're happy and free
You're everything I wanted
And wished I could be

So I take my burden
As I try to walk up this hill
It's clear you've moved on
And I have been standing still
My first attempt!  Going through some stuff now.

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