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FishyzLuv
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Like Ice

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CREATIVE WRITING
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PANDEMIC
Freezing down to my bones,
To the very edge of my soul,
As tears fall down my face
Into the endless ocean of fear

My eyes can no longer see
So blindly, I walk onwards
Not caring whose paths I cross
Not caring at all anymore

Confusion is the air I breathe
No longer touching the world
Starving for a fire, for some heat
Everything I touch turns to ice

Maybe I could slip away from here,
Life is a complete stranger to me
False expectations rise from the ground
They act as the prison that holds me

Depth so shallow in ways concealed
Wishing for a sign to be had
But none come; emptiness continues
Monotonous existence pursues.

Perhaps some think I can learn
Learn that truth is not found in pain
But how do I learn what I know?
Do I enjoy this life so much?

Am I destined for this cruelty?
A glacial secret that is too strictly kept
All I know is to wipe these tears away
And keep moving onward.

I am suffering a terrible disease,
But no one ever believes.
That is the way it was,
That is the way it is.

 

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