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I muster up a smile my thoughts surface like distant hands against the ice of a frozen lake dragging their nails across the cold "I'm...fine" I lied, looking at the wall my ears rushed like a train passing through a station a small gust, then a deafening roar then nothing I disguised the shaking in my hand as I ran it through my hair "I'm just tired, I'm gonna leave" my voice cracked on the word "leave" I wasn't sure if she'd heard but I'd already turned away The hands had clawed at the ice relentlessly and now they'd broken through
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
The crack in the ice
I muster up a smile my thoughts surface like distant hands against the ice of a frozen lake dragging their nails across the cold "I'm...fine" I lied, looking at the wall my ears rushed like a train passing through a station a small gust, then a deafening roar then nothing I disguised the shaking in my hand as I ran it through my hair "I'm just tired, I'm gonna leave" my voice cracked on the word "leave" I wasn't sure if she'd heard but I'd already turned away The hands had clawed at the ice relentlessly and now they'd broken through
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
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