My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Monday, October 8, 2018
Watch this
I tell Gavin all the time if you say watch this I want you to reconsider what you're about to do.
Think I can make this jump?
Anxiety is killing me today I'd like to give up this job go home pick up my puppy dog and go get lost.
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