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Poems From A College Freshman

Harder *** His grip on my hand hardened, but what he doesn’t know is that I cannot feel the pressure on my hand, but around my throat, cutting off every breath I take, blurring my vision until I submit to the darkness. They always warn you about the same kind of hurting; about abuse of both … Continue reading Poems From A College Freshman