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i feel like there are seams inside of my body, somewhere, or everywhere in my chest and stomach around my arms along my legs and they're being stretched thin i can feel them pulling apart like worn out fabric strings unraveling there are holes forming fresh rips and tears appearing each day sewing isn't my strong suit and my hands shake more and more violently as i try to patch myself up and piece myself back together again and again i ***** my thumbs on the needle and the thread won't stop tangling maybe if i take my time i can get it right or maybe i'm wasting my time and this fabric was no good to begin with it doesn't feel new it was worn before me
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
hand-me-down soul
i feel like there are seams inside of my body, somewhere, or everywhere in my chest and stomach around my arms along my legs and they're being stretched thin i can feel them pulling apart like worn out fabric strings unraveling there are holes forming fresh rips and tears appearing each day sewing isn't my strong suit and my hands shake more and more violently as i try to patch myself up and piece myself back together again and again i ***** my thumbs on the needle and the thread won't stop tangling maybe if i take my time i can get it right or maybe i'm wasting my time and this fabric was no good to begin with it doesn't feel new it was worn before me
filed under: more evidence that I write best when I'm sad and falling apart
shiloh-bones
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
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