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Jul 2017
The cold  invites itself to render my hands still and sore
The cold threatens to numb my emotions
  And freeze my stare
The cold colors my lungs so they're blue
And have stopped their main function
The cold isolates my mind from reality
And I
I am in solitude
Pitch Hiker
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Pitch Hiker  19/F/United states
(19/F/United states)   
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