$Odd Ken Quote - Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.$
$Odd Ken Quote - Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.$
$Odd Ken Quote - Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.$
$Odd Ken Quote - Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.$
$Odd Ken Quote - Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.$
$Odd Ken Quote - Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.$

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$Odd Ken Quote - Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.$

Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.

Odd Ken

The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KEN

Break Death Hide Start World
I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
ODD KEN

Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
ODD KEN

Fall Feeling Ground Myself
Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
ODD KEN

Cold Herself Name Night
To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
ODD KEN

Blood Death Hands Healing Learning Wisdom Yourself
In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
ODD KEN

Blood Death End Fire Paper Play
Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.
ODD KEN

Death Equality Feeling Job Love Man Side Taste
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
ODD KEN

Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
ODD KEN

Myself See Wall
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
ODD KEN

Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
ODD KEN

Battle Burn Healing Ink
Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
ODD KEN

Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
ODD KEN

Art Break Depression Enough Herself Hurting Myself
Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
ODD KEN

Different Language Love Myself Time
I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
ODD KEN

Breathe Count Love Myself Surrender
I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
ODD KEN

Break Up Cry Feeling Growth Myself Skin Thinking