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I heard a stranger say his name. “One leg is shorter than the other” he says. He keeps his beard but I think we’d all be better sans the beards. And he is also short of normalcy and slight of sideways, which I am. His parents are not like my parents, mine are loving. He is safe in himself, I do not dare it. He does have a wealth of generosity, he calls me kind. Which I like, but remain skeptical. Of myself, and others. But you I think are good. You say that life is multifaceted. I think that’s good too.
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Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
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I heard a stranger say his name. “One leg is shorter than the other” he says. He keeps his beard but I think we’d all be better sans the beards. And he is also short of normalcy and slight of sideways, which I am. His parents are not like my parents, mine are loving. He is safe in himself, I do not dare it. He does have a wealth of generosity, he calls me kind. Which I like, but remain skeptical. Of myself, and others. But you I think are good. You say that life is multifaceted. I think that’s good too.
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Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
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