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Seasons of Being (Part 4): Spring
My bones no longer have need to show
but bend when all the seasons change,
Come spring I have new seeds to sow
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reality
I found it was easier to forget than to hold on,
a relief to consider myself free.
I never could’ve realized how suffocating it was to chase thrills, -
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Teenage Delirium (The Dictionary)
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Bones (noun pl.)
/bōn/