hysteriaA Poem by anonymous
chills run down
the ridge of my back and as swiftly as can be the foyer becomes bleak colder then my soul and darker then the darkest hours of the arctic and just like that i am cold stone cold
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1 Review Added on December 12, 2013 Last Updated on December 12, 2013 Authoranonymousminneapolis , MNAboutjust another seventeen year old where her pen is her only true savior. she expresses herself trough inkblots on sheets of paper and sometimes, just sometimes, she gets the courage to let others see wh.. more..Writing
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