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My life is a series of questions that come at me like a 90 mph curve ball straight to the chest, and I don’t have a bat to answer them. If only I was a baseball player, and could decipher one pitch from the next Because the only pitch I can knock out of the park is the question “why are you sad?” And my home run answer is “I don’t know”
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
Yankee Field
My life is a series of questions that come at me like a 90 mph curve ball straight to the chest, and I don’t have a bat to answer them. If only I was a baseball player, and could decipher one pitch from the next Because the only pitch I can knock out of the park is the question “why are you sad?” And my home run answer is “I don’t know”
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
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