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her bones dont quite fit together anymore. healed backwards and bent. and sometimes she trips bc her limbs dont move as she meant. scolding her own body and breath for every missed step that sent her hands and knees to the ground so often she now knows the sound of her own blood moving to reach the surface where concrete met skin. and proved it wasnt so thick as she thought. not unlike the rest of her she professed was so strong but the mechanics of her chest are rusted at best and despite the mistimed ticking the beat is true.
havent written anything in a while.