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Apr 2019
I’m Like a pan of hot water;
You can’t get close until I cool.
But will I ever?
What if I’m stuck like this?
Burning and branding the people I love,
I don’t want that.
What if I boil over
And all my feelings bubble out,
spilling secret truths all over the tile floors?
What if I can’t change?
sierra gautschi
Written by
sierra gautschi  16/F/houston
(16/F/houston)   
205
   ---, Fawn and Khoisan
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