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The lights in my ribcage burned out years ago. Now, I wander through empty halls in darkness, my only company the echoes of my own racing thoughts. The windows are nailed shut with old fears and I lie in bed so much that dust coats the floorboards of my spine.
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
Empty House
The lights in my ribcage burned out years ago. Now, I wander through empty halls in darkness, my only company the echoes of my own racing thoughts. The windows are nailed shut with old fears and I lie in bed so much that dust coats the floorboards of my spine.
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
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