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Feb 2022
ice
ice is sharp and cold and you don’t wanna get frostbite during the winter months
i never wanted to step on the cracks
i never wanted to fall in so deep
painfully sobbing and at the very edge of drowning
i never wanted to get hypothermia from my fatal accident
i only wanted to step over the cracks
and return safely to the promised land of warm beds and train tracks
i hate being so anxious at school
just let me run away
in the cornfields
high off of my giddy steps
newborn
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newborn  18/F/wherever you are
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