Living

March 29, 2016

Fear, scared me

horrified me

with cold hands

twisting my heart

and tearing my heart ache.

Hiding underneath

Its sweater

Alone island

appearing like

darkness.

I want my family

I want my friends

but most importantly

I want this to end.

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