When it snows, bones ache like the pressure will break them again. As stress rises so does the pain of every purchase. Unproductive moments scream like sin, idle hands spike with carpal tunnel. Broken promises hollow you out completely, heartless. Residual guilt floods, until there’s no recourse left, except to rupture.
I've been having massive fights with capitalization, punctuation, and line breaks lately. This may be done, or I may cut it to ribbons. Also no idea if it has a home in a project yet. Anyway, enjoy and best wishes 🤗
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