I got my lazy arse out of bed, a pain throbbing in my neck, someone’s been drumming on my chest, I’m surprised that I could get any rest, a hip which is black from a utility bruise, if I could choose I’d be on a cruise or in the school at the sst hive, I’ve never been so thankful for being alive.
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The Broken Horse
Ba rbed wire namely life shredding skin the once upon a time you were irrevantly perturbed in guilt ridden sin the little child growing...
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