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Sarah Schieman Nov 2015
I awoke
It was freezing, my skin burned.
The wind blew, drying my eyes with each blink.
I was covered, something blinding me, as I shivered.
I was only just arriving.
but it felt like the end.
-Sarah Schieman
Sarah Schieman Nov 2015
Each turn I make
burns into a regret I hate.
but if each step I take,
shows a different face I create,
maybe this path
wont hesitate
to shake the pace
of my fate.

-Sarah Schieman
Sarah Schieman Nov 2015
Your mind feeling exposed to the sun, as you drift outwards through tunnels of despair.
Relieving your soul, you reach for air.

— The End —