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Sep 2012
Snow insulates the insulation wrapped around my meat and bones.
An extra 2 layers to keep the cold out.

Each pill ceases consumption and the amber **** disappears into thousands of days of memories. My body starts to thaw and my heart beats so hard it's visible through the thin skin on my chest.

You become nothing and he becomes so much more that everything has to be re-thunk...

I don't have to be anything but what I already am and when I want more I take comfort in knowing I am not what I was before.
The Last Girl
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