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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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May your words and actions as a father define and consume you today and everyday. May every failure to love and protect be amplified when y...
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Something happened this evening and I’ve struggled a bit whether to mention or not, but here we are. I am one, someone with major social an...
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