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i have not felt my hands for a long, long while the snow slaps my face then gives a tender smile. this seasonal depression will linger in my lungs long after the sun returns to leave my hands no longer numb
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
not too seasonal
i have not felt my hands for a long, long while the snow slaps my face then gives a tender smile. this seasonal depression will linger in my lungs long after the sun returns to leave my hands no longer numb
#sad#seasonal#winter#cold
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19/F/Rochester, NY
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
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