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I have callouses on hands that's used to be soft Tanned in places that used to be pale Muscles forming in a body that used to be frail Polish on nails I used to tear Soft phrases in a mouth that likes to swear Staring at a wall like there's someone there Remembering back when I thought life was fair My life keeps changing as I ascend the stairs Moving on in life all on my own Skeletons in my closet Hiding in my home Sometimes I feel Alone
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:31 AM UTC
Alone
I have callouses on hands that's used to be soft Tanned in places that used to be pale Muscles forming in a body that used to be frail Polish on nails I used to tear Soft phrases in a mouth that likes to swear Staring at a wall like there's someone there Remembering back when I thought life was fair My life keeps changing as I ascend the stairs Moving on in life all on my own Skeletons in my closet Hiding in my home Sometimes I feel Alone
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18/M/The world of adults.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:31 AM UTC
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