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My feet pounded into the cement and cracked the earth into pieces like they were malnourished teeth. My ribs hugged my lungs like long lost friends and the air that surrounded me was made of thin ice, caving my chest; ribs and lungs becoming enemies in the blink of a breath. I moved like sound, I smelled like meat being charred at the stake. Pain stained lips, dripped like blood colored molasses painting my bare feet like a brush desperate to find any canvas it can. My ribs; the only guardian that kept my lungs from beating out of my chest like two vampiric hearts made of brawn, entangled by muscles, restrained by brittle bones. If anyone would stop me, it would be myself.
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