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May 2012
What did you expect? 
I am not here for you. 
If anything, 
I am here to watch you fall. 

And when you are ready 
to stand back up,
I will be the one 
kicking you back down.
Taste the blood
Inhale the dirt.
Feel the burn. 
And close your eyes. 
So I don't have to.
Andrew
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Andrew  35/M/North Carolina
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