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It's one of those days. One of those days Where my mind punches Everything I pass. Where the thought of Her not being anywhere near Feels a little like the way I Found it hard to breathe when She wasn't, then. Only worse by a World's width. It's one of those days. One of those days when the Manliest of my Innermost manliness wants to Place its head on a chest, Where naked ******* say nothing Other than: *"Cry ahead, little boy. All you are is welcome. All I am Is here."*
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
Where Naked ******* Say Nothing
It's one of those days. One of those days Where my mind punches Everything I pass. Where the thought of Her not being anywhere near Feels a little like the way I Found it hard to breathe when She wasn't, then. Only worse by a World's width. It's one of those days. One of those days when the Manliest of my Innermost manliness wants to Place its head on a chest, Where naked ******* say nothing Other than: *"Cry ahead, little boy. All you are is welcome. All I am Is here."*
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
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