My heart is falling out of my chest.
Literally.
I try to find my grateful bones
Buried in the yard.
Mother said not to cut my nose off
But I think I look better without it.
She never mentioned my fingers,
They crumble as I dig.
Dig
My heart is falling out of my chest.
Literally.
I try to find my grateful bones
Buried in the yard.
Mother said not to cut my nose off
But I think I look better without it.
She never mentioned my fingers,
They crumble as I dig.
Sounds like a dream..nightmare…
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Maybe both. Thanks!
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