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you have thrown yourself onto the tracks for other people so often your ribs begin to crack so you stuff them with love letters and hope they don’t see you cringe because you spent so long kissing the freckles on his shoulders you forgot to kiss your paper cuts.

you have thrown yourself onto the tracks for other people so often your ribs are made up entirely of splinters and burning bridges means filling your lungs with smoke.
—  you didn’t know your skeleton was on fire // a.r.e