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i'm lost from this so-called guide placed on my hands. i remember when i use to believe: the lines on my hands are the places you can find me, when i didn't know where to go; so when they're cracked and bruised, bloody and dried to my fingers' bone; darling, that

meant they were rearranging, i was finding a new version of me. but now, it feels like, they're just leftover marks of my past, present, and future soul.