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Walking through these dark streets I think to myself what the heck happend these past few weeks?the wind blows and blows…. My cheeks are red,my body is cold bundle up is what I’m told…. Running from them,running from it all the only thing I want to do is curl up in a ball….. they don’t know what I feel they don’t know what’s real…. My head I spinning, my body is aching….. my eyes are heavy I collapse to the floor to my avail there is no one near. I lay on the floor shaking with fear only to find out that no one else cares….
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Love to write wrote poetry when I’m in my deepest darkest moments…. ✍️
I want to help the world feel like they’re not alone ❤️
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