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Brother and Sister - it was bound to be that the one who'd take the brunt was me. I'm sorry for crying - and for it being loud, But it came to my head that I've been living Without Instead of Within our circle of love that I blindly mistreated and stomped from above With gold-laced boots on a high, high horse, which soon I would trade for scuffed tennis shoes and the lust for much, much more. I am without a family because I made it done and pushed and pushed for so **** long, I've forgotten where I'm from.
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Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
Where I'm from
Brother and Sister - it was bound to be that the one who'd take the brunt was me. I'm sorry for crying - and for it being loud, But it came to my head that I've been living Without Instead of Within our circle of love that I blindly mistreated and stomped from above With gold-laced boots on a high, high horse, which soon I would trade for scuffed tennis shoes and the lust for much, much more. I am without a family because I made it done and pushed and pushed for so **** long, I've forgotten where I'm from.
Kelli
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Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
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