Bones.

What if our bones are just pens, and we’re all walking around this earth trying to write the story of ourselves onto its pages?

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The Truth

Sometimes I feel like I am about to run out of shelf room in my heart. I have nowhere left to put anything.

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Some Days…

Perhaps we are born with clear eyes and over the years our vision fades because we see too many things.

Maybe there is only a certain amount we can take in before it starts taking us with it.

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