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There is a stiff ache that sits over my eyes. My thoughts bully me into a state of constant self-pity shame on me, for I think ill of this weak character floor. I dream of being a man for you, but I am not he. I am me and that will forever be too little.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
No Man
There is a stiff ache that sits over my eyes. My thoughts bully me into a state of constant self-pity shame on me, for I think ill of this weak character floor. I dream of being a man for you, but I am not he. I am me and that will forever be too little.
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CarsonHurley
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CarsonHurley
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
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