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What was the point In idolizing and utilizing my resources Without truly taking or replacing Anything within my being? With what anomaly's prejudice Did you plan to take me down? It's like you're Little Mac And I'm Glass Joe, Throwing punches even though They don't connect. You overpower me in so many ways But back away before credit is due. I would call you humble, But in the end I'm still a **** A slit in a gown clean up to the hip... And you're a dancer, A ********* epiphany Sweeping across the room.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Glass Joe
What was the point In idolizing and utilizing my resources Without truly taking or replacing Anything within my being? With what anomaly's prejudice Did you plan to take me down? It's like you're Little Mac And I'm Glass Joe, Throwing punches even though They don't connect. You overpower me in so many ways But back away before credit is due. I would call you humble, But in the end I'm still a **** A slit in a gown clean up to the hip... And you're a dancer, A ********* epiphany Sweeping across the room.
jodie-lindamae
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28/Cisgender Female/American
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
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