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| Topic | God I love my ribcage. |
| Prestoff 06/15/21 7:35:22 PM #6: | I agree, It just tightly keeps my organs together. Restricts all of my guts so they don't mush around and ruin me. My lungs try to escape but they just can't. I love the idea that my ribcage could just simply collapse in of itself, crushing my lungs and killing me. I like to roll my fingers across my ribs to feel each one. It's so unfortunate that my skin won't let me touch them. I don't know what I would ever do if I broke one. I would probably be in a permanent state of depression. Even a broken collarbone would make me miserable. I do everything I can to keep them safe. I will never drive or be in the front seat of an automobile. I sometimes wear bulletproof vests to make sure there's not an accident. I've named each of my ribs. Obviously one individual name for each, but every pair is a couple. Each one has their own personality. For example, Lizzie is such a sassy girl and Harold is just so quiet. I say goodnight to each and every one of them every night. I've never skipped a day. I tell them my secrets and they tell me theirs. I'd do anything to keep them happy. --- DI MOLTO! ... Copied to Clipboard! |
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