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The chill of the wind lingers on my skin The cold biting my nerves My skin starts to itch I scratch and feel a sharp pain I pause when blood starts to stain my fingers My cuts opened back up **** I pull on my jacket Staying hidden Concealed Unseen
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
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The chill of the wind lingers on my skin The cold biting my nerves My skin starts to itch I scratch and feel a sharp pain I pause when blood starts to stain my fingers My cuts opened back up **** I pull on my jacket Staying hidden Concealed Unseen
Mabon
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
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