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love-child of indecision

most of my days are spent on the precipice of “low” one wrong move, one misstep and the world darkens shoulders up, jaw clenched, breath held grasping for every card contained in my back pocket maybe i can find new cards i think. the stack grows thinner and thinner. some of my days are spent on the exhalation of “high” No wrong moves; All … Read More love-child of indecision

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