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summer time I vividly remember from being a child the front door wide open, I felt the heat of concrete strike my tiny feet and the cracks where fire ants gushed out like a nasty wound only to attack my soft flesh I remember the feeling of the sun, so bright, so radiant. How it would make my skin glow and burn I remember my body draped in warm air and how my skin was wrapped with gusts of gentle winds with flowers blooming through my veins summer time I only live to remember those memories that meant the most to me because now, the sun does not touch my skin. I do not get a glimpse of the bright beauty I am draped in my covers and sheets my skin is wrapped in thick black and weeds are growing through my veins because now, every season feels so dull, so bland summer is no longer summer summer is what I've turned summer into every season is numb and emptiness summer is no longer warm enough to thaw my heart winter, spring, summer, fall. they are no longer seasons but words, to claim what one is feeling Emptiness is my summer my winter my spring and my fall.
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
summer depression
summer time I vividly remember from being a child the front door wide open, I felt the heat of concrete strike my tiny feet and the cracks where fire ants gushed out like a nasty wound only to attack my soft flesh I remember the feeling of the sun, so bright, so radiant. How it would make my skin glow and burn I remember my body draped in warm air and how my skin was wrapped with gusts of gentle winds with flowers blooming through my veins summer time I only live to remember those memories that meant the most to me because now, the sun does not touch my skin. I do not get a glimpse of the bright beauty I am draped in my covers and sheets my skin is wrapped in thick black and weeds are growing through my veins because now, every season feels so dull, so bland summer is no longer summer summer is what I've turned summer into every season is numb and emptiness summer is no longer warm enough to thaw my heart winter, spring, summer, fall. they are no longer seasons but words, to claim what one is feeling Emptiness is my summer my winter my spring and my fall.
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dsa
14/F
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
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