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Jul 2021
Every day seems like the last
Barely rested, pill down my throat, wondering when the next argument or fight starts.
Get through the day with the shadow lurking behind me yet it feels like it's not there.
I shower, steam filled the room, the scorching hot water on my back yet it still feels so cold.
Cadence Patterson
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Cadence Patterson  18/M
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   Johnnyqu33r
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