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[dirtyjew]

Where I come from, there’s no such thing as a distant horizon

Mountains huddle for warmth at the base of our houses

We grow up with crooked backs from the pressure of them peering over our shoulders

Our hands are rough from gripping icicles for balance

And calling it a relationship

Where I come from, we still believe in bootstraps, and bloodlines

I was

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[shaesinister]

"But you are the only thing I’ve seen today that I want to see again tomorrow"

i envy this feeling.