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Ticket stubs, a crumpled timetable, ink that escaped, a note that didn’t. Polish and chalk live in my lining. Badges learn to shine through rain; elbows go honest from use. Assemblies fold into my seams. The bell is a bird in my pocket. A loose thread unspools a confession. One day I’ll hang quiet and proud. Until then: shoulders back, chin steady. Thread by thread, we arrive.
Alternative version
I carry ticket stubs, a crumpled timetable, ink that escaped, a note that didn’t. Badges learn to shine through rain. Elbows turn honest from use. Assemblies fold into my lining. The bell is a bird in my pocket. A thread unspools a small confession. One day I will hang quiet, proud. Until then: shoulders back, chin steady. Thread by thread, we arrive.
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