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May 2017
To rush your
hands straight out,
up and under
the opponents
used pads.
That's one
way to make him surely
proud.

To live and
memorize,
to breathe and
worship that
forsaken word.
That's the
only way to
live in his world.

"Sometimes no matter
how hard you try,
there will be people
that you will never
be good enough for,"
That's the only
lesson from him
that I will ever
be eager to learn.
sometimes preachers don't make good at being some things.
bluevelvet
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bluevelvet  24/the same as you
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