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Dec 2019
Told my therapist I was burning
hot and freezing cold at the same time.
Had been for two days since his name
reappeared on Facebook.
"Do we know that he's still living?" she asked.
I said yes. Lied.
I could not consider the alternative.
Will anyone tell me when he dies?

Or will they let him live in my burning, freezing skin forever?
Written by
Raphael Sparrow Lynn  25/M/Maine, USA
(25/M/Maine, USA)   
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