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May 2015
I have not eaten in days, but I am not hungry. I stood knee-deep in the snow just to feel something. I didn’t feel anything. I wrapped my hands around the coffee *** to feel it burn. My palms reddened and blistered but felt nothing. I wrap my bones in sweaters but I do not feel warm, nor do I feel cold. I fell in love with a stranger on the train to see if my heart could break. It cannot.
Aveline Mitchell
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