The following chapters feel foggy in my head. They give me an icy feeling in my bones that comes in waves. The numbered chapters stand for the winter.
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Circles
PoetryTales of friendships gone stale and words from a teenager with borderline personality disorder.
The Winter
The following chapters feel foggy in my head. They give me an icy feeling in my bones that comes in waves. The numbered chapters stand for the winter.
