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What did I do… What do I do What on earth did I get myself into? What will happen to all the days that weren’t too bad?  But it’s okay, I’ve won all the fights that I’ve ever had...  Which was one *RING*
Your Cathedral Sized Heart By PUNCH May 2014   PERHAPS A thought of never seeing you again found me reaching for this pen
I write because I never could throw a punch. I never could run fast enough jump high enough or beat you in sports at recess, But I could run circles around your head with unparalleled linguistic prowess. I spoke daggers,
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