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25 years and a day of 17 hours of fun and labour

by ThedominiqueofregressioN

the only thing my parents prepared me for the real world is knowing how to tie my fucking shoes that's right and yes all else i figured out all by myself and by all else i found out so many things that took several tries to get meaning out of and most of these things never come easy i stopped blaming them after witnessing that such things can never be prevented from happening i never noticed how life really looked like until little by little it kept showing its true form during my most vulnerable days again and again the copulation never rests and where does this lead me and the others like me? i don't know, go without me. i have to tie my fucking shoes.
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Feb 4, 2018
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