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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.

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No Guarantees

What a shame it will be
When the world betrays me
By spinning on after your gone.

Betrayed

Life can change in a second and we never know what’s coming. We’re not guaranteed another day. Tell people you love them, if you want to say it a thousand times, say it. If it’s been 15 minutes, months, years … doesn’t matter. Be kind, be grateful and feel every fucking second this world offers you.