#14 ReliefA Poem by FakeYou don't need me...
Phew, what a relief.
Right? That's exactly what you thought. Phew... A weight off your shoulders. Right? Of course it's a relief. I'm gone. Well, not gone gone. Not for you, but enough. Mostly gone. Like a faded out picture. Form the early 1900's Who's that? I don't know. Move on. Am I right? Probably exactly right. Because now you don't need to help me. Now you don't need to be there for me. Now you don't need me. I still need you, But what a relief it is. Because you don't need me anymore.
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Added on August 7, 2017 Last Updated on August 7, 2017 Author
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