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day 3 actually early morning day 4 Because we missed the cutoff for day 3 Figured better late than never Can’t blame myself either Last night was a metaphor I remember standing there Under the night of H street and swaying I remember the swaying And the spells of dizziness cast over me Blink And sink back into the whirlwind of waves that wash over me as if I am the sand I certainly feel like the sand Blink Ouch And there’s people surrounding me Talking worriedly, asking questions I can only try to reassure that I’m perfectly fine My face, asphalt, I’d like to introduce you guys. and I wasn’t fine He cleaned my wounds and bandaged me up As I lay on her lap and she gave me water Gentle hands and Emily running From the protest to see what happened I simply Overestimate my ability To function without food and sleep and well probably love too
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
my two feet fail me
day 3 actually early morning day 4 Because we missed the cutoff for day 3 Figured better late than never Can’t blame myself either Last night was a metaphor I remember standing there Under the night of H street and swaying I remember the swaying And the spells of dizziness cast over me Blink And sink back into the whirlwind of waves that wash over me as if I am the sand I certainly feel like the sand Blink Ouch And there’s people surrounding me Talking worriedly, asking questions I can only try to reassure that I’m perfectly fine My face, asphalt, I’d like to introduce you guys. and I wasn’t fine He cleaned my wounds and bandaged me up As I lay on her lap and she gave me water Gentle hands and Emily running From the protest to see what happened I simply Overestimate my ability To function without food and sleep and well probably love too
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
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