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Aug 2018
I'm in a blizzard,
not an ice cream cone

Darkness seems to be calling me
My pain seems fun,
Just like the pineapples,
I'm crushed

You will always be my first love
You won't be replaced
I'm bad at leaving so when I give my Ice cubes
There is a lot at stake

I'll never forget how I was left in the snow that day

Hurt and alone
While you were warm and cozy at home

I'm in a blizzard, not an ice cream cone
I love the cold

Stuck in a storm
I meet others to keep me warm
But I'm watching the snowflakes grow from my hands

I'm watching the snow touch the land
This is from a while ago. Like the beginning of 2017 old.
Written by
Lady Misfortune  17/F/Ohio
(17/F/Ohio)   
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     Semi-literate Poet, --- and H-B
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