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Dec 2018
Confronted, I'm helpless.
Running, I'm breathless.

My body's just a skeleton with a coat of human skin. I freeze and my knees, they turn to gelatin.

And if I can't defend her,
I'd just have to befriend her.

Until .... No....


IΒ Β can become a man, that keeps his knees and his upper lip, stiff.
I wrote this when I was an embarrassing 15 and seven months year old, as apposed to an embarrassing 15 and eleven months year old.
Written by
Klaus  15/M/Ireland
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