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As a child, I used to run my hands on the walls as I walked Adults around would warn me about the filthiness of those dust, graffiti, ***** and poster covered walls But touching them gave me a weird sense of accomplishment Like physical proof that I was once here moving forward Today I will not worry what bacteria this wall holds what molds have aged on its corners Instead, I'll run my hands with every step I take smiling because I am, once again, moving forward
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
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As a child, I used to run my hands on the walls as I walked Adults around would warn me about the filthiness of those dust, graffiti, ***** and poster covered walls But touching them gave me a weird sense of accomplishment Like physical proof that I was once here moving forward Today I will not worry what bacteria this wall holds what molds have aged on its corners Instead, I'll run my hands with every step I take smiling because I am, once again, moving forward
ellie-hughes
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
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