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Sep 2021
fall, get back up, fall again,
get backer up,
made of stone at this point
this tough little guy, the pretty fellow
God who the **** allowed you to
let him trip like this,
the dumb little thing,
the stupid dust speck,
watch him stumble again and again,
won't he just get tired of
the ground kissing both his cheeks,
won't you leave him breathe
this was a v bad weekend i recall
yann
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yann  24/Genderqueer/France
(24/Genderqueer/France)   
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