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I dream of planting my face

I like to imagine my life as smooth pavement, gliding along on my board; carving, pushing sliding.

Yet this violent image of me falling on my face and tearing up my body pops right into the middle of it.

I’m laughing… with blood smeared teeth and road burns covering my skin yet peeling it back… I’m fucking laughing, blood and spit drooling down.

Hop back on and keep pushing.

Pain, can’t stop us. Only the fear of pain will limit us.

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