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Mar 2014
I fell through the ice.
I’m struggling to find my point of entry, but I’m afraid I have wandered too far beneath the surface.
Maybe the hole has already frozen over.

I can’t break the ice from below.
I can’t find traction, I am only bruising my knuckles, it’s like trying to beat down a concrete wall.

I chose to be alone
I never told them I was leaving.

When will they find my body?
How will they find my body?
Written by
katestand
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