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Jun 2019
I don’t want to be your instant fix
I don’t want to take your pain away
Swallow me whole or crush me up
Feel me coat your insides like a bad drug
I’m not your punching bag
Releasing your hurt from your past
Don’t come to me only when you need
I’m done giving you sympathy
Don’t ask me to keep you company
My support and guidance is not your drug
I’m fed up, I’ve had enough
Thought you were humbled
Thought you were clean
Guess I was just a little naive
Ashly Kocher
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Ashly Kocher  40/F/Florida
(40/F/Florida)   
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