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Every line etched across your face tells a story. Every grimace in your voice, a foray into your psyche; an impending lesson, shifting to a future blessing. Your wit, your eye for detail, your sarcasm: All things I’ve come to inherit. But, I hope to one day receive the courage that emanates from your spirit. Though, I know the experience that entails. I look forward to the day I can say: “To hell with ‘em” with no hesitation; When life goes off the rails.
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
One day, I hope to be more like you.
Every line etched across your face tells a story. Every grimace in your voice, a foray into your psyche; an impending lesson, shifting to a future blessing. Your wit, your eye for detail, your sarcasm: All things I’ve come to inherit. But, I hope to one day receive the courage that emanates from your spirit. Though, I know the experience that entails. I look forward to the day I can say: “To hell with ‘em” with no hesitation; When life goes off the rails.
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23/F/stuck in my head.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
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