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I. for your sake i hitch hiked across the country to meet you at the gate: you don't owe me nothing. but understand, your fate is in your hands, your eulogy unwritten. please give your son a god ****** break and maybe try to listen. II. you averted your eyes when you stepped off the tarmac, pretending you didn't see. oh, you're such a coward and the spawn of a coward. cowards won't inherit me!
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Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
Flight (Cursed is the Ground)
I. for your sake i hitch hiked across the country to meet you at the gate: you don't owe me nothing. but understand, your fate is in your hands, your eulogy unwritten. please give your son a god ****** break and maybe try to listen. II. you averted your eyes when you stepped off the tarmac, pretending you didn't see. oh, you're such a coward and the spawn of a coward. cowards won't inherit me!
people only put **** off until they're about to die because they think being about to die will help them get away with it. i say that's a really manipulative thing to do to people you claim to love. now get lost.
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30/Here, Now
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
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