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Jan 2018
I take the cold walk to my car
Even when a friend offers a ride
I decline,
I need the walk
I need to think...

My breathing quick
My lungs stressed,
Head hung low with falling tears
So they won't freeze on my face.
Written by
soaringllama  17/M/Minnesota
(17/M/Minnesota)   
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