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Pieces
Over and over again in my world I have found myself in pieces. Fault is irrelevant when the pieces cut me. And I’m a master craftsman. I ca...
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Mud You, You see me with mud covered glasses, feel me with shaky hands, love me with missing pieces, and reach for me with broken arms....
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No one warns you about how dried blood flakes and glistens like glitter that you just can’t seem to get off. No one tells you how fingerpr...
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This weekend my son took our 70 lb dog, Chief, kayaking. I need to break that down because I'm not sure anyone will get the magnitude o...
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