I was suppose to be a girl

Twenty years 

Thirteen 

Then seven

The backside of the mountain is much more formidable

Only the ugly narrow path that is

One way up

One way down

No other route time for second guessing

Eat your moms spaghetti if you’re lucky and go

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Published by jmshultis

I love to ski through trees in powder. I have a wild imagination and sense of humour, which is just an excuse for me to write a bunch of abrasive crap

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