Fire and Ice
I think im at my destination
I willingly get off
Go down double decked stairs
Down the tunnel I go
Two bags
Shoulders ache
Plop down here we go
Text my friend
9 percent
Dieing Dieing dieing
Where is she again?
Circles and circles she goes
Looking for me below
Two bags of stuff
And there goes my phone
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Getting Better
PoetryThrough and through I have felt down, and even though this, I never thought recovery would really be this hard... Back and forth, up and down, read on to hear my struggle through out.
