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Curly red hair and fond of knee-high boots
She hated those legs.
That's how I remember her,
Something else too.
Appointed by the court,
The poor girl did her best to help me and
Even though she failed miserably
We became an item
Her life had been worse than mine
Self-esteem pilfered by
Childhood trauma
I wondered how she kept going,
I would ask:
"In that...
Wednesday 6th May 2020 10:44 am
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