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Epiphany tonight.
One of those fight nights where he walks-runs.
Fed up with my dysfunction. Can't get in. Gives up
And I just can't help but smile.
I think to myself: I've conquered a man with patience tattooed across his motherfucking chest.
Journal, I don't know if I am proud of this or not, and it frightens me deeply.
One of those fight nights where he walks-runs.
Fed up with my dysfunction. Can't get in. Gives up
And I just can't help but smile.
I think to myself: I've conquered a man with patience tattooed across his motherfucking chest.
Journal, I don't know if I am proud of this or not, and it frightens me deeply.