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A **** in my ribs, It burns in an electric feel unlike love. Who kicked me in the chest? The consistent prodding is nothing but the opposite of what you advocate for. How are you so blind? How blindsided could one really be? Not very. Yet the wind has been taken from my sails, and the humidity creeps in to choke me.
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 8:13 PM UTC
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A **** in my ribs, It burns in an electric feel unlike love. Who kicked me in the chest? The consistent prodding is nothing but the opposite of what you advocate for. How are you so blind? How blindsided could one really be? Not very. Yet the wind has been taken from my sails, and the humidity creeps in to choke me.
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 8:13 PM UTC
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