cracked ribs

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Living in a self-made tombstone

A dim light not shown

In monotony

On cracked ribs and skeleton

Feet, I fall down

No sound playing

All I'm saying is

I can't breathe any more

My cracked ribs are sore

And I feel darkness

In my core

Of mist

And missed

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