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Do you ever think about your bones? The way the support everything we do. They break and they age and they grow. Bones hold every story you've ever told. From the time you broke your toe dancing to ice ice baby to the time you wrote a new chapter. Bones are everything we are and everything we ever will be Our bones are what's left behind after we move on to the next life Our bones will tell our lives stories. The carpal tunnel from writing, painting and playing an instrument these are all left behind to tell the archaeologists we were here and we tried to show the world we cared about its Bones
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Bones
Do you ever think about your bones? The way the support everything we do. They break and they age and they grow. Bones hold every story you've ever told. From the time you broke your toe dancing to ice ice baby to the time you wrote a new chapter. Bones are everything we are and everything we ever will be Our bones are what's left behind after we move on to the next life Our bones will tell our lives stories. The carpal tunnel from writing, painting and playing an instrument these are all left behind to tell the archaeologists we were here and we tried to show the world we cared about its Bones
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
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