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it hurts. to you it burns like magma slowly, slowly creeping over the elbow. it hurts it hurts it hurts, but the tears they hurt more. they are not fire or hail or asphalt.
Too much fun as the night begun Didnʼt think too much of it but my mind was slightly unfit I danced some reminiscing, i feel dumb
Disclaimer: Before reading this piece, I want you to know these are not my own values and beliefs but the beliefs of men who indulge in toxic masculinity and stupidity on a daily basis. Thank you for your time. •
Ate my words,I'd lost them.It was the boy who wastoo lanky,too small,too young,too pureand probably too much the theatre teacher's sonto harass me.