They can’t take that away from me

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By Archery Owl Published 13 days ago • 1 min read

They can’t take that away from me

Photo by Marko Ivanov on Unsplash

Gross

Deeply Unsafe

Avoidant Dismissive

Gold buried under piles of shit

About the Creator

Archery Owl

Father and Friend

Telegram: @archeryowl

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