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'You don't know how
    many times I've heard this
        I better go'
His face stone-like fromAnd as he drives back home
he recites his mantra
' ...such a bitch'
And the next day
' ...whats wrong with me'
I haven't cried like this
in years,
Yet it is lost
He will never know
how much I wanted to love him
If he would have only let me.
9-13-95
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