each foot that hit the ground tried to gain strength to hit harder to leave a mark like you just did on me. but the only thing you care to cover up is the traces of my misery, you wipe my prints away like a detective who committed the crime.
each foot that hit the ground tried to gain strength to hit harder to leave a mark like you just did on me. but the only thing you care to cover up is the traces of my misery, you wipe my prints away like a detective who committed the crime.
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That last line was tremendous. Great piece. Thanks for sharing.
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