And it snaps

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It snaps like the breaking of a chiken bone.
The worls pauses for a moment to contempate this silence.
And you're left all alone,
To bury your bones in an unmarked grave.
I hope time will heal its absence.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 22, 2019 ⏰

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