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Jul 2017
Bending over backwards and dragging myself down to hold you up is exhausting.
At the end of the day, I take a layer of myself off like a man who works.
My bones ache when I lie down to rest, I will never get to retire will I?
Everywhere I go, your shadow lingers there. Will I ever get to truly rest?
Abbigail
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Abbigail  20/F/texas
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