I cling to my sadness. I cling to it like it’s a blanket
that will keep me warm in a blizzard. Or a life jacket that will keep me afloat
when I fall out of my boat. I wrap it around me and nuzzle in to it like it’s a
lover.
I cannot wait for the time that it stops snowing, and I learn
to swim. I’m so scared of what and who I’m going to be when that time comes. But
I’m so desperate for it to come.
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