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my patience is a shoelace weaving through hoops. within every turn, a new excuse another complication, another misfortune, another nuisance that nooses these protruding veins around my neck until I suddenly can’t breathe. they call this bow “tongue-tied” it matches the “aggravated red” color way of my eyes coupled with my “speechless black” aura... for those of that I cut off, you brought it upon yourself. - a.r.Camm
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Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
“Patient No More”
my patience is a shoelace weaving through hoops. within every turn, a new excuse another complication, another misfortune, another nuisance that nooses these protruding veins around my neck until I suddenly can’t breathe. they call this bow “tongue-tied” it matches the “aggravated red” color way of my eyes coupled with my “speechless black” aura... for those of that I cut off, you brought it upon yourself. - a.r.Camm
My patience is not to be tested. I’m usually the generous kind of person. That is, until I’m taken for granted and continuously find myself waiting for someone to get their **** together.
#patience#arcamm
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arCamm95
27/M/Sacramento, CA
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
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