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s, I found a stack of journal
the words, page after page, year after
a lie, her every action orchestrated
n she claimed we could never be i
ll my soul after his mother died-he wasn't just m
I devoted my life to, they had made me a foo
rushed me, and my heart, already weak
thy and impossibly young, back in my bed with t
was walking in the door, briefcase in hand,
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