Written by Emily Harstone | January 5, 2017
We’re just bones in the end.
A good head on my shoulders.
they had hope, when they died
The skull, a flower, she danced.
Emotionally Disturbed Classroom here I come!
“This,” she cried triumphantly, “proves it!”
We are what we eat.
She’d always been bullheaded. Now this!
Wish I hadn’t lost my barbells.
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We’re just bones in the end.
A good head on my shoulders.
they had hope, when they died
The skull, a flower, she danced.
Emotionally Disturbed Classroom here I come!
“This,” she cried triumphantly, “proves it!”
We are what we eat.
She’d always been bullheaded. Now this!
She’d always been bullheaded. Now this!
Wish I hadn’t lost my barbells.