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Mar 20
Outside feels cold
Even when the scorching sun beams down on my face.
A imposter in my skin
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere safe
However the indoors when I’m alone
Is a blizzard; a tundra of emotions
Of grief
Not one second
One moment of relief
Always second guessing my first choice
One voice slightly quieter then the next incoming voice
So I rest in the middle of nowhere
Neither here nor there
Not complacent not disturbed
Until the memories are blurred
Written by
G  32/F/Arizona
(32/F/Arizona)   
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         Arthur Vaso, ---, Traveler and ---
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