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Ewe, Not My King

Heeeeey gays hey… as a mental health provider I wanted to ask you a question… Have you ever...

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ANIMALS

My ears are pierced with my own cries.  They follow the hollow premises of the man deep blue. The ocean lives in my father’s eye, but I only see rough waters and drowning tides.  Others travel his water safely; he is...

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