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he wasn't in the right headspace he wasn't in the wonted circumstance it happened neither occasionally, but on numerous occasions however, his surrounding be approaching and expecting his so-called tough shoulders.. ..to be cried on, to be leaned on or to be the place they can dwell in for some considerable time. his heart was made of gold, but it felt like a block of ice. nodded his head; means acceptance. tossed a yes; means a welcome. painted a genuine smile; means he's all about to listen. he was there for people, and he will always be there. but where are the people pace their footsteps out while 911 numbers were pressed on his life's phone button? nought. zero calls back. all dead. stone deaf. that's how we live in, being a living buttress to people as in fact people won't ever spend their seconds to be your place to go. aside from the bitter truth, survive.
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
a living buttress
he wasn't in the right headspace he wasn't in the wonted circumstance it happened neither occasionally, but on numerous occasions however, his surrounding be approaching and expecting his so-called tough shoulders.. ..to be cried on, to be leaned on or to be the place they can dwell in for some considerable time. his heart was made of gold, but it felt like a block of ice. nodded his head; means acceptance. tossed a yes; means a welcome. painted a genuine smile; means he's all about to listen. he was there for people, and he will always be there. but where are the people pace their footsteps out while 911 numbers were pressed on his life's phone button? nought. zero calls back. all dead. stone deaf. that's how we live in, being a living buttress to people as in fact people won't ever spend their seconds to be your place to go. aside from the bitter truth, survive.
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
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