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Oct 2016
When time comes to a stand still
and terror fills my chest,
when the very air stops
and uncertainty creeps up on us,
I cant help but reach for you.
Our uncertainty smothers the flame we use for warmth, causing you to flinch at my touch for the cold has seeped into my very soul.
To repeat the past means death and
I don't think I can.
Unnoticed Notes
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Unnoticed Notes
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