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Mar 2021
My hands are bare, cold
The edges of my hoodie sleeves only barely drape over my wrists
As I sit in this mind-numbing room
Chills in the air
My knuckles are reddened by the cold
And not even looking out the window
To my right
Could help me feel better
Or even more at peace
Rubi
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Rubi  16/Non-binary/Canada
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