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I remember when I found out I was **** or something and there was only the jolt and horror a bit of a trauma as I trudge, I find I took one step forward and two steps back I was never careful where I trod over time, I find we take on the roles we were assigned I do not know when the name took root I only know I used to be less crude as I trudge, I find things cheapen over time, we fill the shoes we were given
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
such small feet
I remember when I found out I was **** or something and there was only the jolt and horror a bit of a trauma as I trudge, I find I took one step forward and two steps back I was never careful where I trod over time, I find we take on the roles we were assigned I do not know when the name took root I only know I used to be less crude as I trudge, I find things cheapen over time, we fill the shoes we were given
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
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