Posted on March 20, 2018
by A.M. Sawyer
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I think I can hold it, I think I’ll be alright. Stomach is gurgling, still gotta fight. Speed around the corner, and maybe a block or two. Legs practically crossed, gotta make it through. Why didn’t I think to go, back when I was…
Category: UncategorizedTags: Awkward, discomfort, Funny, Holding, hoping, ironic, Irony, pain, patience, Poem, Poetry, Poop, relaxed, rushing, Tears, too late, waiting, weird
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