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Mar 2016
We are nothing more then skeleton bones in broken homes
Veins that bind with muscle and skin
Stitches
That bind us with a body we never wanted
Never asked for
It lives on without permission
A stone can only be thrown so far before it breaks
Even the calcium in our bones is just a rock
An element that binds, that decomposes
It is a nasty liar
Telling you, you mustn't die yet and forcing you to stand
Until you find a purpose
The weight on your shoulder begins to fall
It becomes a burden
We become a corpse
The thing we always wanted until now
We never get a choice when living, just like dying
We are just bones
Luna Craft
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Luna Craft
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