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A string of strong leather torn off a dead animal’s bones, holes punched into tender skin at regular intervals. Holding my pants in position squeezing and quenching my guts filled with sedatives and hardship. Holding on to hopes, holding strong, holding on. Will it hold my entire weight when …
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC
A belt is all it takes
A string of strong leather torn off a dead animal’s bones, holes punched into tender skin at regular intervals. Holding my pants in position squeezing and quenching my guts filled with sedatives and hardship. Holding on to hopes, holding strong, holding on. Will it hold my entire weight when …
brigid-sparks
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC
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