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Grappling bones, hollow insecurities, broken, healed. A fist to the face, an uppercut, terrible colours onto the barren white walls. Red-faced, shut-eyed, running with arms wide open. "Bring it on!" Lungs afire. We always stand up. Again
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
Fist fight
Grappling bones, hollow insecurities, broken, healed. A fist to the face, an uppercut, terrible colours onto the barren white walls. Red-faced, shut-eyed, running with arms wide open. "Bring it on!" Lungs afire. We always stand up. Again
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
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