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we used to jump over fences until one of us inevitably got hurt it was always me i’ve always been good at losing my footing my main talent has always been forgetting you used to punch my arm and we would hide in the storm cellar we spent summers building roofs and digging up more space now it’s a forgotten monument in a backyard with no fence a staple of my childhood i haven’t been inside of since elementary school. i didn’t swing the hammer when i should have you yelled at me with more vigor than i liked your behavior has always been innate you shoved more than you pushed but i guess i compartmentalized until it made sense. i forgot until i couldn’t.
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
nostalgia
we used to jump over fences until one of us inevitably got hurt it was always me i’ve always been good at losing my footing my main talent has always been forgetting you used to punch my arm and we would hide in the storm cellar we spent summers building roofs and digging up more space now it’s a forgotten monument in a backyard with no fence a staple of my childhood i haven’t been inside of since elementary school. i didn’t swing the hammer when i should have you yelled at me with more vigor than i liked your behavior has always been innate you shoved more than you pushed but i guess i compartmentalized until it made sense. i forgot until i couldn’t.
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
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