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OUT OF RANGE You have always been out of range. When we first met, you were somewhat strange. It took time for me to believe that you were genuine and would not deceive. I put my trust in you, and gave my heart. It was a bad choice, and not very smart. We haven't spoken for many years. I'm through with the memories,
but not with the tears.
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