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The Storm
Here I sit
in my chair
curled against the world
trying to find comfort and warmth
in the crevices
of this space
trying to free myself
from all the outside
forces
that seem determined
to see me
crumble.
in my chair
curled against the world
trying to find comfort and warmth
in the crevices
of this space
trying to free myself
from all the outside
forces
that seem determined
to see me
crumble.
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