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It’s one of those days Where it’s colder Inside than out. You feel discarded. They’ve found a shiny new toy They haven’t broken, Yet. Crack. There I go. P i e c e by p i e c e Fall Till there’s not even bones Not a wish Not a lie But something Not even alive…
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
NOTHING BUT BONE
It’s one of those days Where it’s colder Inside than out. You feel discarded. They’ve found a shiny new toy They haven’t broken, Yet. Crack. There I go. P i e c e by p i e c e Fall Till there’s not even bones Not a wish Not a lie But something Not even alive…
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
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