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it's one in the morning and i have so many emotions swelling in the space between my lungs the space where i imagine my soul resides i don't know why, but i feel i know that my soul is a tangible expanding, moving thing trapped in my ribcage my fragile bones are a birdcage for the paper bird that is my soul it really does feel like it can fly sometimes, like now the darkest hour of the night or when i let certain songs permeate my skin and sink into my bones my soul is an ***** visceral, necessary for my very survival. a comforting weight in the space between my lungs when i lose my grip or my breath i can feel it, always there it grounds me.
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
paper birds
it's one in the morning and i have so many emotions swelling in the space between my lungs the space where i imagine my soul resides i don't know why, but i feel i know that my soul is a tangible expanding, moving thing trapped in my ribcage my fragile bones are a birdcage for the paper bird that is my soul it really does feel like it can fly sometimes, like now the darkest hour of the night or when i let certain songs permeate my skin and sink into my bones my soul is an ***** visceral, necessary for my very survival. a comforting weight in the space between my lungs when i lose my grip or my breath i can feel it, always there it grounds me.
#soul#weight#bird#bones#lungs#breath#emotional#somg
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19/Agender
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
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