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Sep 2018
Trapped in my own skin
Within a hollow shell of ice.
Stay cold to survive.
Alive, I warm and melt.
A bad hand dealt to me -
Supposed inabilities,
Freeze my will to break the exoskeleton.
For if I thaw,
My life becomes a puddle of pathetic liquid.
Austin Evergreene
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Austin Evergreene  28/M/Nomad
(28/M/Nomad)   
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