Sometimes I feel like the devil and all his relatives are having a vacation in my house and chose my bone cavities as the perfect place to play their hit and hide games.
In these mornings, I shower in the coldness of my faith , self-medicate with doses of self-loathe and hospitalize on a bed of charred bible pages.
The eagerness of leaving this place becomes my only courage, but ‘to where’? Well, anyplace is more home than this evil inhabited bone frame.
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I love this piece! Especially because of the fact that your bone marrow contains/recreates the cells that make up who you are.
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I’m thrilled you found it’s life.
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This describes last year for me, to a T.
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We go through this in our lives sometimes.
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