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I can feel it in my bones. The crystal winter overcomes me and I can’t breathe. Frozen in time iced over and the chill runs through my body. I can’t think with this frigid air whispering into my ear. All I can do is be an iceberg, part of hidden.


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breaking down bits of myself, dissolving like baking soda when it reacts to vinegar. I am weak. I am small. Taking in every insult and accepting it as truth. Drowing, and being washed away with cold w


As long as I can remember, I have always loved to sing. Never really know if I was good enough to make it. My dreams as a child were large, with flashing lights. Fans, being moved by my voice, having


It's easy to lose myself in my camera roll. Looking back at all of the things that I have accomplished. Growing into a stronger person, making moves to better myself. Seeing the screen shots of people

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