In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on. — Taylor Patton
In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on. — Taylor Patton
In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on. — Taylor Patton
In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on. — Taylor Patton
In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on. — Taylor Patton
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In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.

— Taylor Patton
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