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Sep 2014
My shoulders were weak
From being there for myself
To lean on,

So I let my guard down
And **** well cried onto
Her naked skin,

Whispering between sobs
I'm so tired. Just...
So tired.


Not my most manlyΒ Β 
Of moments. Not the
Least, either.
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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