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JENGA

JENGA

I stood tall, 
with each variable perfectly placed, 
until you showed up, 
all my hard work erased,
one look at your face and I knew, 
you made one move, 
you took one piece, 
the weakest part of me, 
and as I gave you the look, 
filled with desperation and guilt, 
you grasped firmly and booked, 
leaving me a mess, 
I FELL THE FUCK APART!!! 

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The fish of the sea

Haha I love it, something very relatable to this one. You got me while I'm weak, worth a follow?, I think so!

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.Rob

Weakness is a sign of strength!

Weakness allows for growth, thank you for the strong comment and read. 

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