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My bones Breaking under my skin My skin Stretching too thin My muscles Bunching Pulling Stretching Wearing out I am without Any reason To explain my body's weakness Sitting here with my... My bones Breaking under my skin My skin Stretching too thin My muscles Bunching Pulling Stretching Wearing out Tell me doctor who says I'm fine Why do I hurt all the time Tell me doctor who says I'm fine What's wrong with this body of mine Why are... My bones Breaking under my skin My skin Stretching too thin My muscles Bunching Pulling Stretching Wearing out And now my breath grows thin I could blow away in a gust of wind With my Bones breaking Skin stretching Muscles wearing out Vision blurring Hearing faling Circulation falling Heart racing Falling apart Its all in my head Its all in my heart That's what they say As my blood runs cold As my bones start to fold As my life falls to an end As it all starts again My bones Breaking under my skin My skin Stretching too thin My muscles Bunching Pulling Stretching Wearing out And I'm still Without reason
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
Without reason
My bones Breaking under my skin My skin Stretching too thin My muscles Bunching Pulling Stretching Wearing out I am without Any reason To explain my body's weakness Sitting here with my... My bones Breaking under my skin My skin Stretching too thin My muscles Bunching Pulling Stretching Wearing out Tell me doctor who says I'm fine Why do I hurt all the time Tell me doctor who says I'm fine What's wrong with this body of mine Why are... My bones Breaking under my skin My skin Stretching too thin My muscles Bunching Pulling Stretching Wearing out And now my breath grows thin I could blow away in a gust of wind With my Bones breaking Skin stretching Muscles wearing out Vision blurring Hearing faling Circulation falling Heart racing Falling apart Its all in my head Its all in my heart That's what they say As my blood runs cold As my bones start to fold As my life falls to an end As it all starts again My bones Breaking under my skin My skin Stretching too thin My muscles Bunching Pulling Stretching Wearing out And I'm still Without reason
Chronic pain in my arms and legs, hypersensitivity in my skin, constant terrible circulation causing sore hands and cold fingers, but I've always been told I'm in perfect health
Blind_sighted
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Blind_sighted
18/M/The world of adults.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
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