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Mar 2014
so it's not that you can't think
you can
it's just that you can't think clearly about anything that matters

it's cold, all the time
you notice this
the numb hands and the
constant shivering

so it doesn't get any better
because you're just as scared
and it still hurts
but you keep hoping
'cause they said
they *promised
Written by
Icarus Kirk  Riverside, Iowa
(Riverside, Iowa)   
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