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at a hands reach

at a hands reach

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WpMetadataReadComplete Wed, Oct 22, 2025<5 mins
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Poetry
i kept climbing grip weakening, arms growing tired the rope tightening, wrapping around me and growing ever longer. i kept begging, begging to reach the top to be allowed to do so, for it to finally be my turn.
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"You're so beautiful" he says, coming closer to me. "Stay away from me!", I yell at him. "I am trash and will always be trash that's why I can't stay and listen to your bullshit" I say with tears running down my face. I try to hurry pass him but he grabs me by the waist and whispers into my ear, "watch me turn this trash into treasure". Changes have to be made,but at which point do you realize that you went too deep?

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