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skeletons live in my closet. they’re stuck there, alone and oblivious to the world. they sleep, they wake, they try and poke their noses out; but they never succeed. Stuck, forever. Alone, forever. That’s the life of a skeleton, purely bones, nothing more, no skin or meaning. Nothing that separates them from the others.

Posted By Hannah Lowry On 07.24.2011 @ 10:31 am