Something needed out, it showed in my toes, every single time I grabbed them to pull myself forward. Eternal life in my spine, twisted in my core, bending from my hips, let it out. It no longer fits.
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Something needed out, it showed in my toes, every single time I grabbed them to pull myself forward. Eternal life in my spine, twisted in my core, bending from my hips, let it out. It no longer fits.