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Mar 2014
I pull it inside.
It cools me as it flows downward.
It's black, sticky hands wrap around my lungs.
A cool shiver trickles down my spine.
My muscles unclench from the daily beating.
My blood calms down.
I have escaped the calls of the blade for now.
For now, the smoke flies away with me.
Willow Branche
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Willow Branche  28/Cisgender Female/Florida
(28/Cisgender Female/Florida)   
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