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sweaty palms legs made of wood my mouth agape but no words so i nod yeah, i'm okay twitchy fingers brain made of static my eyes restless blinking wildly i'm alright, i promise clenched toes skin made of steel my heart resting on a bowl of nails i'm fine my ribs are shaking but i'm fine my ears are ringing but i'm fine my bones are breaking but *im fine i'm fine* (but maybe if you'd ask me one more time...)
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
i'm fine
sweaty palms legs made of wood my mouth agape but no words so i nod yeah, i'm okay twitchy fingers brain made of static my eyes restless blinking wildly i'm alright, i promise clenched toes skin made of steel my heart resting on a bowl of nails i'm fine my ribs are shaking but i'm fine my ears are ringing but i'm fine my bones are breaking but *im fine i'm fine* (but maybe if you'd ask me one more time...)
why do we insist on being ''alright'' all the time?
kurt-kanawa
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
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