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no i can’t change you or her God’s wrath is disillusioning you from hearing yourself or me or all death’s friends you think you can fix her a thousand times like each plate she’s thrown at you and each fist she’s swung at you and i’m telling you God won’t remember the woman that she used to be and the counselors won’t help you or her but you’re a fixer man can’t fix your back from that one time she hit it with your old baseball bat but you’ll fix her one day, right?
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
mr fix it!
no i can’t change you or her God’s wrath is disillusioning you from hearing yourself or me or all death’s friends you think you can fix her a thousand times like each plate she’s thrown at you and each fist she’s swung at you and i’m telling you God won’t remember the woman that she used to be and the counselors won’t help you or her but you’re a fixer man can’t fix your back from that one time she hit it with your old baseball bat but you’ll fix her one day, right?
*** angela
lauraaaaa
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19/Non-binary/Ohio
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
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