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Dec 2024
The world’s a lot less kind
than I thought it’d be.
But I‘m still here -
broken, tired,
with a grin on my face
and a smoke in my hand.
Written by
jules
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       ---, erin, SiouxF, Peter Garrett and Traveler
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