while the well waits, the water weeps through
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he is a soul, a fire, a pit - things thrown into the ocean never to be brought back to shore.
Foreword
a/n: from earlier this month, i just never came around to posting it. an attempt of a second-person narrative that i hope doesn't fail too bad. lapslock and a feels child of incoherency OTL
for bones, that weigh us down for a reason.
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