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Standing outside
The harsh,
Cold wind
Rushing through my soul
And cutting into wounds,
The ones you can't see
And I start crying
Trying to hold back the tears
But I can't
And they come ,
And freeze,
Before they hit the ground
And shatter
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Hello.
Are you awake?
Now, are you sure?
Completely
sure?
Every day we breathe
inhale
are they short gasps that come and go before you can manage to say that it is
okay?
because it is okay
I hope I've told you this. I know I've told you this. I know I'm sappy and being too sugary can make us sick, but it's Thanksgiving, 2024, and our first one to say the least.
they dream of white christmases
white as the bleeding hearts drooping by the summer window
stolen from their vine as a child’s breeze tumbles by
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