It’s a struggle on all counts
I feel stuck.
Held to the ground by the roots of my past.
Standing alone in the cold darkness surrounding me.
Offering no way out.
With a silence so deafening.
I can’t even hear my own heartbeat.
There’s not much left.
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It’s a struggle on all counts I feel stuck. Held to the ground by the roots of my past. Standing alone in the cold darkness surrounding me. Offering no way out. With a silence so deafening. I can’t even hear my own heartbeat. There’s not much left.
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Meeting a Minnesotan at your out-of-state college minnesota-life:
