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There's nothing more we can sell our bodies for Nothing that we have been taught our inadequacy can compensate for That the slugger is just a slugger, a boy who hits a ball hard The only thing he's got going for him is his ability at swinging a bat And so here lies my problem. How do you explain Explain to a 12 year old boy that we aren't what we used to be. That the go getting, hard *** approach died How do you explain to someone, its not over before it began, try again How do you look in the eyes of a child and say I'm sorry
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
Wrong man's eyes
There's nothing more we can sell our bodies for Nothing that we have been taught our inadequacy can compensate for That the slugger is just a slugger, a boy who hits a ball hard The only thing he's got going for him is his ability at swinging a bat And so here lies my problem. How do you explain Explain to a 12 year old boy that we aren't what we used to be. That the go getting, hard *** approach died How do you explain to someone, its not over before it began, try again How do you look in the eyes of a child and say I'm sorry
Courtlyn-Daun-Quay
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28/Cisgender Male
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
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