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Feb 9
We met in December

Locked eyes and fell instantly.

I never liked the cold.

But I liked the late nights.


Whispering secrets in the in-between

Or sharing looks of longing.


I never liked the cold.

You say winter makes it worse.

That it reminds you of growing up.

A turning point.

Trading blows instead of cards,

Where baseball bats

Aren't used

For baseball


I never liked the cold.

And my heart tore

When you showed me the pills lining your pockets.

"Just in case,"

You would say

"I need a quick escape,"

And I never knew

I could feel so numb

As when they called

And said what you had done.

That you were gone.

I never liked the cold.

But I really liked you.
Isabella Howard
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Isabella Howard  18/F
       Nava, Moe, H-B, Rj, James Lo and 6 others
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