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Mar 2019
feels like static
at the end of a long day.
Or ice in your veins
when you want to run away.

It's everything,
when you've got **** to do.

It's nothing
and only comes
when you're alone
and it's just you.
Written by
Sarah Quinn  21/F
       Marla, Son of golden soil, patty m, ---, Eryck and 11 others
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