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out in the cold, my muscles ache too stiff to bend too strong to break there's work to do there's wood to split good thing I love this kinda **** I feel the shock, I feel the sting each time I make a solid swing too stiff to bend, too strong to break my hands are numb, my muscles ache my core is warm like I'm on fire but life don't stop because I'm tired each day's a fight i'm gonna win it I can't slow down until I'm finished have to stay warm there's wood to split good thing I love this kinda ****
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Woodpile (home gym)
out in the cold, my muscles ache too stiff to bend too strong to break there's work to do there's wood to split good thing I love this kinda **** I feel the shock, I feel the sting each time I make a solid swing too stiff to bend, too strong to break my hands are numb, my muscles ache my core is warm like I'm on fire but life don't stop because I'm tired each day's a fight i'm gonna win it I can't slow down until I'm finished have to stay warm there's wood to split good thing I love this kinda ****
I like to take things easy, yet I enjoy manual labor. Keeps me from getting soft and reminds me that I'm not made of glass
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25/F/West Virginia
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
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