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I take the cold walk to my car Even when a friend offers a ride I decline, I need the walk I need to think... My breathing quick My lungs stressed, Head hung low with falling tears So they won't freeze on my face.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
Frozen tears
I take the cold walk to my car Even when a friend offers a ride I decline, I need the walk I need to think... My breathing quick My lungs stressed, Head hung low with falling tears So they won't freeze on my face.
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soaringllama
17/M/Minnesota
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
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