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Aug 2018
There's a cold,
sputtering flame
where my heart should be,
burrowing deep
and building a fortress
so tall
you cannot see its peaks
kiss the clouds.

A heavy weight
that's sat on my chest
since before I could breathe
is slowly becoming
a faded memory
as each chain link rusts
and falls free.
Lottie White
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Lottie White  25/F
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