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What if man... were hotdog?

By professorhotdog

  • ineap09
    ineap09 left a comment
    Every day is agony. I cannot see. I cannot speak.
    I can feel the sauces cover me. Like blood that has no home.
    All I can do is walk off the ledge...
    But my existence is eternal.
    Every time I feel the wind blowing past me as I fall, I return.

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