Tested. Beaten. Grown ups, grow up.
My long foot gets me in trouble. I shine a light in their eyes to escape. Twisting offers a limbo stick that moves.
Ohhh “Hanna,” please see me through my nerves blacking out and me needing to crawl into bed with help. Our existence belongs aligned. I hope we will adjust the antennas to meet in the middle and get crystal clear reception. Please assure me if I ever get scared and doubt you to see if I really am strong enough.
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