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I dont think those painful black memories that live in ancient cracks are bad They create a font of gothic print Stamped on the only things in life you've ever loved They are the hands that open the door for you every time The ink from the words that drip Your bones grow back and you become human again And you have teeth to fight the monsters in your head
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 7:14 PM UTC
The Art of Grieving
I dont think those painful black memories that live in ancient cracks are bad They create a font of gothic print Stamped on the only things in life you've ever loved They are the hands that open the door for you every time The ink from the words that drip Your bones grow back and you become human again And you have teeth to fight the monsters in your head
kayleen-amato
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 7:14 PM UTC
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