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Genre: Memoir |
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Booksie Classic
My turn
You need to step off, take a back seat and get out of my way.
I will not be your therapist or healer.
I am not an angel and I never was.
You speak in such an appealing manner.
The words do not match the actions.
Listening to you is just a waste of breath and time.
I want the hours back and the tears absorbed.
Kindness should be reciprocated and words need to carry substance.
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