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Mar 2016
Tired,
I crawl into the hole I created,
my resting place.
It is nestled deep in the tundra,
Away from the life I have lived.
Here,
I forget my failures,
that I have burned into the skin
of those I love the most.
Here,
I close my eyes,
and like a needle has been
pushed into my veins,
I forget.
Gabrielle Barnes
Written by
Gabrielle Barnes  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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