Christine

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I hung there, limp in the arms of a stranger, hair and clothes off-kilter, as the man I loved glared at me without an ounce of recognition, then turned to flee with someone else. They looked good together, and it hurt.
Christine
Yes finally some real angst not weird nonsensical poems. Sufferrrrr
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