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Shedding skins of old – peeled from my frigid bones, touched by sizzling cold, boiled down to just my soul: Here, I roam. Learning as I go, the beauty of alone.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC
The Beauty of Alone
Shedding skins of old – peeled from my frigid bones, touched by sizzling cold, boiled down to just my soul: Here, I roam. Learning as I go, the beauty of alone.
#alone#solitude#growth#past#identity#surviving#anxiety#learning
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Amancini
26/M/Chicago
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC
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